So yesterday, I get a shipment of spiders in. We have been anticipating this package and the whole family is really excited...
I move seven slings into new jars without a hint of a problem. Easy as pie. They all eat pinheads and settle in nice. Good for me.
I go to move the large OBT to her new tank. I have the habitat all set up, my paint brush and long feeding tongs by my side, and everything in the bathtub 'just in case' the transfer is not totally smooth and I have a spider on the loose (but that never happens).
Well, I open the deli cup and the SECOND air touches the spider she is out and in half a blink she has scaled the bathtub and is UP THE FRIGGIN WALL. I have an OBT on my ceiling. I have this moment of shock... what is this African burrowing spider doing on my very American ceiling?!
It took me over an hour. I was pouring sweat. I was cussing like a pissed off drunk sailor. She ran like mad all over my walls and ceiling. I thought for certain that she was going to fall to her death, and it was making me a nervous wreck. I was not afraid of a bite.. I could not get f'ing close enough to GET bitten. That would have been FINE. It was the spider falling over 8 feet to her death that I was freaked out about... oh, and just general escape.
Well, I did finally get her into her tank. Like I said, it took over an hour. I had to mist her off of the ceiling with a spray bottle, and use my damn hand to get her into the tank. She could sense the deli cup; if I even thought about reaching for it, she would book it across the ceiling or walls.
She is all webbed up nicely in a tunnel right now, a cricket already met its end.
SIGH. That was insane. I am glad that it is over, and that SOME HOW the poor spider did not fall to her death.
This is the same tarantula that the wonderful supplier was able to easily manipulate over to check sex. I guess the shipping here pissed her off, because I have never seen such madness with a tarantula. Once I did get her blocked off, she was totally fine with my hand as the transporting object into the tank. Friggin weird.
I move seven slings into new jars without a hint of a problem. Easy as pie. They all eat pinheads and settle in nice. Good for me.
I go to move the large OBT to her new tank. I have the habitat all set up, my paint brush and long feeding tongs by my side, and everything in the bathtub 'just in case' the transfer is not totally smooth and I have a spider on the loose (but that never happens).
Well, I open the deli cup and the SECOND air touches the spider she is out and in half a blink she has scaled the bathtub and is UP THE FRIGGIN WALL. I have an OBT on my ceiling. I have this moment of shock... what is this African burrowing spider doing on my very American ceiling?!
It took me over an hour. I was pouring sweat. I was cussing like a pissed off drunk sailor. She ran like mad all over my walls and ceiling. I thought for certain that she was going to fall to her death, and it was making me a nervous wreck. I was not afraid of a bite.. I could not get f'ing close enough to GET bitten. That would have been FINE. It was the spider falling over 8 feet to her death that I was freaked out about... oh, and just general escape.
Well, I did finally get her into her tank. Like I said, it took over an hour. I had to mist her off of the ceiling with a spray bottle, and use my damn hand to get her into the tank. She could sense the deli cup; if I even thought about reaching for it, she would book it across the ceiling or walls.
She is all webbed up nicely in a tunnel right now, a cricket already met its end.
SIGH. That was insane. I am glad that it is over, and that SOME HOW the poor spider did not fall to her death.
This is the same tarantula that the wonderful supplier was able to easily manipulate over to check sex. I guess the shipping here pissed her off, because I have never seen such madness with a tarantula. Once I did get her blocked off, she was totally fine with my hand as the transporting object into the tank. Friggin weird.
