Dovey
Arachnobaron
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Rain. At last. Blessed, blessed rain.
No ants, no new molts. Just gorgeous rain.
No ants, no new molts. Just gorgeous rain.
Remember this?You know how they say a watched pot never boils?
Well, on January 25th, I started up a wax worm culture with about 30 worms. They pupated, became moths, flew around for a few days, died. You know the life-cycle. About a week after the moths died I would inspect it every few days, lookin' for worms. No dice. I was starting to get a bit frustrated, cause I really thought I did everything right. Maybe it's too dry? I lightly misted the culture once, about a month ago. After we moved to the new place the culture was put on the top shelf, and I had stopped checking it because I was pretty sure it had failed.
So, a couple days ago we were in the Chamber, just that last look in on the spiders before we go to bed. I happened to glance up at the top shelf, and what do I see? The substrate in the wax worm culture has become worms. I'm really kicking myself for not taking a picture of it. Probably had something to do with the fact that I'd been awake about 21 hours and stumbled on a tedious task I was obligated to attend to. They had spun so much silk through the medium that it was a solid disk. It was tough to pull apart, like stale, spongy bread filled with wiggly worms.
The yield was a little over 400 worms. I have 10 tarantulas. I gave 300 to a lady that does wildlife rescue.
Oh, and I learned that they can chew through those plastic soup cups
Ephebopus is such a fun genus to begin with. I'm not familiar with this species, but I thought I had lost my bluefang for sure not long ago when it came shooting out of its habitat like a bat out of hell. I had been certain that it was deceased and was looking for its body. It came running up my arm, down my blouse, all the way down the front of my jeans and took a flying leap off my cross-leg sandal toward the floor! Happily I had a catch cup ready and was able to fetch it out from under the bed, where it had decided it would be happier since no one was poking at its home under there! And it's larger skeletal cousin, E. murinus, is the only spider that has actually chased me out of a habitat before, Old Worlds included! They are definitely an extreme genus, be it extremely secretive or extremely bold.So a while back I posted I found H. pulchripes slings for a reasonable price but I didn't have room for any more T's. I finally broke down and contacted the vendor but he was sold out. So, to make myself feel better I ordered a 3/4 inch E. uatuman sling which was also on my wish list ( I need an intervention, lol). It came today and I swear it has to be the boldest little thing ever. It bolted out of the shipping vial and led me a merry chase all over the plastic bin before I could cup it.
The enclosure I had ready was too large since I overestimated it's size but I didn't have anything else to put it in so I figured I'd see how it did in there before trying to find something smaller. It hid for all of 10 minutes, then proceeded to explore, have a drink and explore some more. After about three hours it parked itself on the side and stayed there. I usually offer new slings food after a few hours so I dropped a prekilled lat near the water dish. It took the sling 15 minutes to find it and it's happily chowing down as I type this. I think it will be fine in that enclosure, but good grief... if it's this bold at this size what on earth will it be like when it gets bigger?
Looks like I have both ends of the spectrum, my E. murinus is the secretive one and the way the E. uatuman is acting it will probably be the one ripping the tongs from my hand and beating me over the head with them. Fun times ahead, lol.They are definitely an extreme genus, be it extremely secretive or extremely bold.
Are you the creative black sheep of the family, or do you just have the best parents ever? That's simply wonderful!I decided to get cute with my 'wild caught' shelf while I was doing some rearranging
A little from column A, a little from column BAre you the creative black sheep of the family, or do you just have the best parents ever? That's simply wonderful!
Man, I'm jealous. That's awesome!Today well outside the spider room, I got the expected call, which is my own first name delivered in a particularly shrill and questioning tone which invariably means "come and get this horrible spider." Sure enough, there was a pretty significant beastie climbing around on the lace curtains in the living room. I was able to remove it to a safer spot in the garden. It was actually kind of funny, because I fully expected to confront a lost tarantula that had somehow wandered into the house. Instead, This is what I found:
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Paraphrynus sp.
God, I love living in Arizona! How big, you ask? Well I'll tell you, when my dad called up the stairs for me to "come and get one of your bugs," he thought in the low light that he had found one of my adult female dubia escapees. When he saw all the legs and such, that's when things got a mite strained. BIG. That's how big. Body the size of a big-ass mature dubia nama. I love Arizona!
That made me laugh...I fed my small Phlogius crassipes slings, played the usual "I'm gonna jump out and go for a few laps before dinner" game. Young Geoffrey likes to work up an appetite.
I'm just outside of Houston, as well. Have worked all over the city, though...Just outside of Houston. I go all over the city though for work, fun and family.
Aww it found you. You must care for it. LolOkay, this is crazy! Remember when I said I thought I saw a juvie around the house? Well today in the spider room one was hand delivered. I left the room for just a minute and when I came back there was a juvenile probably 3 and 1/2 inches climbing around on the wall!
After making sure of the species, I immediately ran around and counted noses of my own collection. No chalcodes teens missing. This was definitely a stranger! So I popped him or her into a temporary bin and offered up a roach, which was graciously accepted.
It is definitely a first-rate New River Rust Rump, but the last thing in the world I need is another chalcodes. I will be releasing this young lady / gentleman as soon as I can manage once she/ he has finished what appears to be a delicious and much-appreciated dubia meal.
Now, how that juvenile made its way into the house up to my own room on an upper floor is anyone's guess. I have French doors into my bedroom off of an exterior gallery, so I am guessing that this little creature climbed up the outside of the house and came in the gallery door during a recent monsoon storm to escape the flooding we experienced. Poor little castaway!
Right? I can just hear that spider now.Aww it found you. You must care for it. Lol