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Arachnoknight
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Hello everyone,
not sure why, I guess out of flaming enthusiasm, but I feel the need to share my story here.
Roughly two months ago, I noticed a native garden spider (Araneus diadematus) chilling in a corner of my living room. While not phobic or afraid of spiders in general, I wasn't exactly a fan of these rather strange creatures, but usually just let them be, or if annoyed, take them outside. However, seeing her every day (she's above the TV, would quickly get boring otherwise I guess) I started to wonder why a garden spider would stay here, how long it might survive without food and how it actually hunts etc.
I learned it probably just spends the winter here and will take a hike around spring without paying rent or saying bye. Tse!
However, suddenly - and no idea from where - the idea, or actually instant decision, that "I'm gonna get a Tarantula!" struck me and for the following weeks I sucked up every piece of information I could possibly find. After some more research I knew I want to buy from an experienced breeder and not the next best store with staff probably knowing less about the topic than I do by now.
I got lucky and after getting a tank etc, I ordered my first T - a crazily exciting feeling! My actual first choice was a beginners classic, a B. smithi, but after stumbling over A. geniculata and reading what owners had to say about them (greedy, confident and outside all the time) I changed my opinion instantly, while also stunned by their beauty.
Due to Mr. Frost thinking it's time to freeze the lands, I had to be patient and wait for weeks - it was horrible. Day X was 12 January and the package finally arrived. Nervous and squealing like a little girl, in a very manly way, of course, I started to unpack the box, acting as if a bomb about to go off is inside.
After a while of digging through paper and other isolation materials, I started to get suspicious of the packs size, being sure the geni I ordered would need more space. Long story short, in the end I was holding a little transparent plastic can (what do you guys call them again?), stuffed with paper and the following written on top of the cap:
"G. pulchra."
"G. whatnow!?"
After an embarrassingly long brain lock-up I realized that the breeder made a very human mistake. He send me the wrong T.
I also realized, in all my wisdom, that this is a sling. A frigging baby, surely so fragile and care intensive that I will kill it due to stupidity in a matter of days. I panicked. Slings were the one topic I skipped completely, sure of "not getting a sling for a long time, if at all". On top of the panic came utter disappointment, as my actual order would not arrive for a long time due to rapidly falling temperatures.
All I wanted, all I was thinking about for weeks, was my geniculata, and now I have this... thing.
Long story short (sorry I suck at keeping things brief), the breeder gifted her to me as an apology and will send my geniculata as soon as possible - awesome.
So now, after nearly a month, I wouldn't give my plumpy little princess back, ever!
I have no idea how she did it, but this friggin 8-legged creep stole my heart in an instant. Fate brought us together and decided we're a team now. Fate also seems to think that my "one spider only!" idea was ridiculously naive, so it made sure I'm gonna have two of these adorable things very soon.
And I love it!
Whoever was bored enough to fight through my "teenager-in-love-like" drivel, I'm sorry!
Have a great day,
Chris
Edit: The suspect in question...
not sure why, I guess out of flaming enthusiasm, but I feel the need to share my story here.
Roughly two months ago, I noticed a native garden spider (Araneus diadematus) chilling in a corner of my living room. While not phobic or afraid of spiders in general, I wasn't exactly a fan of these rather strange creatures, but usually just let them be, or if annoyed, take them outside. However, seeing her every day (she's above the TV, would quickly get boring otherwise I guess) I started to wonder why a garden spider would stay here, how long it might survive without food and how it actually hunts etc.
I learned it probably just spends the winter here and will take a hike around spring without paying rent or saying bye. Tse!
However, suddenly - and no idea from where - the idea, or actually instant decision, that "I'm gonna get a Tarantula!" struck me and for the following weeks I sucked up every piece of information I could possibly find. After some more research I knew I want to buy from an experienced breeder and not the next best store with staff probably knowing less about the topic than I do by now.
I got lucky and after getting a tank etc, I ordered my first T - a crazily exciting feeling! My actual first choice was a beginners classic, a B. smithi, but after stumbling over A. geniculata and reading what owners had to say about them (greedy, confident and outside all the time) I changed my opinion instantly, while also stunned by their beauty.
Due to Mr. Frost thinking it's time to freeze the lands, I had to be patient and wait for weeks - it was horrible. Day X was 12 January and the package finally arrived. Nervous and squealing like a little girl, in a very manly way, of course, I started to unpack the box, acting as if a bomb about to go off is inside.
After a while of digging through paper and other isolation materials, I started to get suspicious of the packs size, being sure the geni I ordered would need more space. Long story short, in the end I was holding a little transparent plastic can (what do you guys call them again?), stuffed with paper and the following written on top of the cap:
"G. pulchra."
"G. whatnow!?"
After an embarrassingly long brain lock-up I realized that the breeder made a very human mistake. He send me the wrong T.
I also realized, in all my wisdom, that this is a sling. A frigging baby, surely so fragile and care intensive that I will kill it due to stupidity in a matter of days. I panicked. Slings were the one topic I skipped completely, sure of "not getting a sling for a long time, if at all". On top of the panic came utter disappointment, as my actual order would not arrive for a long time due to rapidly falling temperatures.
All I wanted, all I was thinking about for weeks, was my geniculata, and now I have this... thing.
Long story short (sorry I suck at keeping things brief), the breeder gifted her to me as an apology and will send my geniculata as soon as possible - awesome.
So now, after nearly a month, I wouldn't give my plumpy little princess back, ever!
I have no idea how she did it, but this friggin 8-legged creep stole my heart in an instant. Fate brought us together and decided we're a team now. Fate also seems to think that my "one spider only!" idea was ridiculously naive, so it made sure I'm gonna have two of these adorable things very soon.
And I love it!
Whoever was bored enough to fight through my "teenager-in-love-like" drivel, I'm sorry!
Have a great day,
Chris
Edit: The suspect in question...
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