Goodbye Fang

Well, the time came where we had to let our pet tarantula go. We all shed a tear and had a going away gathering for him. Then we put him into a jar and took him outside into the empty lot next door and let him go.

 

He hadn’t been very happy recently. In particular, a neighbor child accidently dropped him. I think it was from that point forward that he didn’t like being held. Anytime we put our hands down to pick him up, he would start shedding the hairs on his abdomen (from below, you will know that means "I’m in a bad mood right now, and you probably should back away"). So after his last farewell meal (nice juicy cricket) we let him go.

 

We will miss him. On a side note, we almost picked up another pet… a baby rattlesnake. Another time, another blog.