As I looked into the little plastic box of my newly molted T I see nothing.
My heart starts racing.
I lift all the moss up searching and looking as hard as I can.
Still nothing.
I close the cage and do a thorough inspection, surely he could have not gotten out.
I start to panic.
I check all the cupboards through and through.
And when I look up there's my damn p. pederseni sitting on his piece of wood laughing at me. I still don't know where he was all that time.
What tarantula do you think camos the best?
My heart starts racing.
I lift all the moss up searching and looking as hard as I can.
Still nothing.
I close the cage and do a thorough inspection, surely he could have not gotten out.
I start to panic.
I check all the cupboards through and through.
And when I look up there's my damn p. pederseni sitting on his piece of wood laughing at me. I still don't know where he was all that time.
What tarantula do you think camos the best?