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It's strange how the Ts that you least expect to cause trouble become real handfuls.
Orinoco, the Dolichothele exilis, came to me a week before Christmas '17 and promptly burrowed itself away down but since its last moult 4 weeks ago (now 5th instar) has begun to web and sit up above ground and become a nightmare. It sits with 2 feet on the lid and instead of running away when I open the container it clambers into the lid and refuses to go back into its container. I've had it running around the lid both inside and out on a few occasions when trying to feed.
Even worse than Orinoco is my tiny, spindly little Pseudhapalopus sp. Blue, Neiva. Neiva has no fear, it took 3 attempts to feed it last night as it runs straight towards me when I open the container. Talk about teleporting, this one has it down to a fine art. It can be settled down on the substrate until I begin to lift the lid then suddenly it's right there on the lid or the very top of its wood. Needless to say the lid is opened as rarely as possible hence the little cricket graveyard. Spraying water was a problem but a syringe has solved that in part although Neiva still makes that bid for freedom.
Orinoco, the Dolichothele exilis, came to me a week before Christmas '17 and promptly burrowed itself away down but since its last moult 4 weeks ago (now 5th instar) has begun to web and sit up above ground and become a nightmare. It sits with 2 feet on the lid and instead of running away when I open the container it clambers into the lid and refuses to go back into its container. I've had it running around the lid both inside and out on a few occasions when trying to feed.
Even worse than Orinoco is my tiny, spindly little Pseudhapalopus sp. Blue, Neiva. Neiva has no fear, it took 3 attempts to feed it last night as it runs straight towards me when I open the container. Talk about teleporting, this one has it down to a fine art. It can be settled down on the substrate until I begin to lift the lid then suddenly it's right there on the lid or the very top of its wood. Needless to say the lid is opened as rarely as possible hence the little cricket graveyard. Spraying water was a problem but a syringe has solved that in part although Neiva still makes that bid for freedom.
