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So I went to get out my little P. Regalis this morning. It is no where to be seen.
'Hmmm, under the moss perhaps? No, not there. Hiding in the back of the cork bark? Not there either... Double check the lid, it might have stuck to the seam. Curses! This cannot be. Well, there is a little piece of moss flush with the substrate here back behind the cork bark.'
Low and behold under the webbed moss-lid there are four pokie legs awaiting, resting at the edge of the small burrow! I nudged the substrate and it came right out on to my finger and has been sitting stretched out on the cork bark all day as usual. My arboreals are rarely near the ground let alone in it... Too funny.
'Hmmm, under the moss perhaps? No, not there. Hiding in the back of the cork bark? Not there either... Double check the lid, it might have stuck to the seam. Curses! This cannot be. Well, there is a little piece of moss flush with the substrate here back behind the cork bark.'
Low and behold under the webbed moss-lid there are four pokie legs awaiting, resting at the edge of the small burrow! I nudged the substrate and it came right out on to my finger and has been sitting stretched out on the cork bark all day as usual. My arboreals are rarely near the ground let alone in it... Too funny.