Hey peeps,
yours truly has successfully attended the San Jose Reptile Show 2010, and brought home a baby tarantula (referred to in the tarantula biz as a sling). Bringing it home reminded me so much of when I brought Max home. The new sling is absolutely perfect, with such little legs, and teeny baby fangs. I'd forgotten what it was like to love a tarantula, that feeling of immense joy that comes with watching it eat or even just watching it amble across the tank. I'd forgotten a lot of things, their movements, the calculating look you see in their eyes as they watch you watching them. My aunt couldn't understand why I wanted a pet that I couldn't essentially pet, she wanted me to get a gecko that would have more 'personality'. How could I explain to her how I missed loving a tarantula? I've missed it so much. Max was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing I saw before going to sleep. And overall it was just time. I was ready to love another tarantula, to fill up the space Max left. My little one is such a tiny thing, barely the size of my thumb. The tank it's in seems overly spacious, but given time it'll (i keep using non-gender specific pronouns because gender has yet to be determined i'll have to wait till it's older to find out) fill it up. I could never replace Max, nor would I want to. Shadow (that's the name of the new sling) is the new love of my life, a constant reminder of the love I've lost, but not forgotten, and of a new chance to become thoroughly entangled in another spider's web.
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