Recently while at a dingy local exotic pet shop, I came home with my new G. rosea. As a college student with an extremely arachnophobic boyfriend, bringing home a third tarantula wasn't quite ideal...but she's definitely grown on me (and I couldn't let her sit in the conditions that store had her in for any longer).
She's earned the name Morgan. How? Well, she's my escape artist, so she's named after Morgan Freeman and his role in the "escape" movie Shawshank Redemption.
The first time, it was our fault. We didn't realize she'd make it over the top of the tank and had left the tank uncovered when we first placed her in it.
The second time- our fault again...my A. avicularia has lived perfectly contained for months now with just a wet towel covering it's tank (Great for keeping the tank humid between classes and work). For some reason around 4 a.m., I suddenly woke up just in time to find Morgan figuring out she could lift up the towel and climb out.
Finally...and the best of all....after finally getting the proper lid, last night at some point my blanket slid off my bed just enough to bump the lid off her tank, giving her enough room to crawl out...I woke up this morning to her sitting on top of me grooming herself and staring at me as if to say "Yeah, I got out...and I'll do it again."
Only if my boyfriend was there to wake up to THAT.
I'm sure there's others out there who have "Morgans", let's hear THOSE stories.
She's earned the name Morgan. How? Well, she's my escape artist, so she's named after Morgan Freeman and his role in the "escape" movie Shawshank Redemption.
The first time, it was our fault. We didn't realize she'd make it over the top of the tank and had left the tank uncovered when we first placed her in it.
The second time- our fault again...my A. avicularia has lived perfectly contained for months now with just a wet towel covering it's tank (Great for keeping the tank humid between classes and work). For some reason around 4 a.m., I suddenly woke up just in time to find Morgan figuring out she could lift up the towel and climb out.
Finally...and the best of all....after finally getting the proper lid, last night at some point my blanket slid off my bed just enough to bump the lid off her tank, giving her enough room to crawl out...I woke up this morning to her sitting on top of me grooming herself and staring at me as if to say "Yeah, I got out...and I'll do it again."
Only if my boyfriend was there to wake up to THAT.
I'm sure there's others out there who have "Morgans", let's hear THOSE stories.
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