This is my Leopard Gecko. I got him from a friend of mine’s mom who had him for her grandson. She asked me if I wanted him because she felt I might have more time for him. I had never had a reptile before. My dad had an iguana at one time. He was a little bastard that liked to hit me with his tail in the head. I miss Cheech. I studied up and said sure I’ll take him. His name was Bugs. I’m like oh that’s so changing. The week before I got him I was sick and on Nyquil. I came up with Fluffy the destroyer.
Pretty much that became my trip down the rabbit hole. Not even a month after him I started going to Repticon and getting tarantulas. I don’t handle him but he does enjoy having his head pet and under the chin pet. He is almost 3 years old now. Oh and I have had it confirmed he is a he by someone that breeds Leopard Geckos. He does have gorgeous eyes. Black with emerald green lines in it. And he loves his was worms for a treaties. I have also taught him to eat from tongs. Took me a month but I was proud of him.
Some tarantulas you never see… Like at all. So we in the hobby like to call these pet holes. You see a hole and that’s about it. You may see a leg from time to time. Once in a blue moon the tarantula will come all the way out.
Some tarantulas are content with how you set their tanks. They just go about their way being well a tarantula. Some however like to feng shui. Or as I like to call it throw tantrums and dig up everything and move everything around.
This is the tank of Coffee. She is a curly hair tarantula. Also she is a burrower so she likes to be underground. Well normally there is a tiny mountain of dirt. I looked in the other day and the leaves were gone and the water dish was buried and dirt was flung around. I like my spring cleaning but damn.
My good friend / co worker / spider bro made this piece of art. He based it off a dog moods art. It’s very true. You can follow him on Instagram at eevul.
Someone approached me and asked if I wanted a guinea pig because they know I have a soft spot for animals. I’m like why. They didn’t have time for him and if they couldn’t find someone to take him they would have to take him to a shelter. My words. Over my dead body. This morning this sweet boy showed up. His name is Gizmo. As a child of the 80s I’m so keeping that name. My dogs are curious about him but just sniff cage. Gonna let him get settled in but wanted to share him with everyone.
Sometimes we have to have fun with decorating our tanks for tarantulas. I know some that put in plastic army men. Well I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my orange baboon tarantula tank. I was gonna be a smart ass and put in Hello Kitty but since I’m into horror why not put in my Billy figure from Saw. Which is almost poetic once you learn about OBTs.
Bugs in general get such bad reps. I’ll even admit they use to creep me out a bit. I even have a friend that he screams like a little girl if a spider is around. It’s very funny. Now if I see a spider in my apartment and I realize it isn’t one of mine that has escaped I will offer it whatever food I have available. Some species are very docile. Like Rose Hairs or Pink Zebra Beauty. You have some that are very defensive and will either hide or escape or fling hairs like a Mexican Red Knee. Of course any tarantula can bite. Thankfully I have not been biten but I am not cocky enough to think I will never be either. It helps to be able to understand the tarantulas better so you can anticipate what may happen. Like a Cobalt Blue or Orange Baboon, you need to be respectful of them. I have both of these. I wouldn’t have gotten them if I didn’t think I was confident I could care for them to the best of my abilities. All of my tarantulas are well cared for. I keep them on strict feeding schedules. I spot clean their tanks.
And lastly I found this great shirt on Etsy that shows a tartantula holding a sign saying free hugs. I got this shirt and love it. A must for any tarantula owner.