Diablo, my mad-scientist B. vagans, always seems to be up to something, and this time he's outdone himself ... I laughed my arse off, again, when I checked in on him this morning ... do any of you remember the Twilight Zone episode where a guy flips a quarter into a dish and it lands edgewise, and he can read peoples' minds for the rest of the day? I was reminded of that episode when I saw this ...
God as my witness, this is Diablo's work - somehow he managed to balance his water dish on its edge. How does he do that? I WISH I COULD HAVE WITNESSED IT FIRST HAND!
I gingerly removed the cover from the enclosure and snapped this shot before I left for the day.
When I got home tonight, the upturned water dish was still there, balanced on its edge - it remained untouched all day! Diablo sat smugly nearby as if admiring his accomplishment. Having immortalized the event digitally ("pics or it didn't happen" as the saying goes), I made the motions to set the bottle cap down to put water in it again, and Diablo, having none of it, sprang into action ...
He valiantly came to the rescue of his "water-dish-as-art" - I know it pissed him off, and I can't say I blame him, but I did set it down, discovered it was in need of a cleaning, wrestled it from Diablo's stubborn grasp, and replaced it with a different bottle cap.
I know that tarantulas' brains are supposed to be just a primitive cluster of ganglia, but in Diablo's case ... well, he worries me...
Your move, Diablo!

God as my witness, this is Diablo's work - somehow he managed to balance his water dish on its edge. How does he do that? I WISH I COULD HAVE WITNESSED IT FIRST HAND!
I gingerly removed the cover from the enclosure and snapped this shot before I left for the day.
When I got home tonight, the upturned water dish was still there, balanced on its edge - it remained untouched all day! Diablo sat smugly nearby as if admiring his accomplishment. Having immortalized the event digitally ("pics or it didn't happen" as the saying goes), I made the motions to set the bottle cap down to put water in it again, and Diablo, having none of it, sprang into action ...

He valiantly came to the rescue of his "water-dish-as-art" - I know it pissed him off, and I can't say I blame him, but I did set it down, discovered it was in need of a cleaning, wrestled it from Diablo's stubborn grasp, and replaced it with a different bottle cap.
I know that tarantulas' brains are supposed to be just a primitive cluster of ganglia, but in Diablo's case ... well, he worries me...
Your move, Diablo!