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I want to tell you about Krieger, the little sling that could. My partner picked it up (along with 4 other Ts) while I was away one weekend, to surprise me (yes--he is an enabler, and yes--I am spoiled). Now, Bill knows a bit about Ts, from what I've taught him, but I am the primary caretaker for all 51. So, he wasn't aware what to do with babies this small, living in what looks to be the shipping container, so I don't blame him.
When I got home, I looked at my presents, and this little guy was all tucked up, and I was certain it was dead. Bill said it's alive, just to touch it. It moved a bit, and I immediately went into mom-mode.
I squeezed a few drops of water on the bottom to form a pool along one side, and pushed its mouth directly in the puddle. It fought it for a bit, but I wouldn't give up. After believing I achieved getting some kind of water into the mouth, I let it be, and hoped for the best.
After a couple of hours, it began to perk up. With in four hours, it was climbing on the wall. At that time, I felt confident enough to transfer it. I guided the little guy to the provided water dish, where it took another drink. It settled into its enclosure, and promptly burrowed. It ate two pinheads a few days later, and seemed on the up-and-up. It looked like it had a fighting chance!
Well, today I was given another surprise, and the little bugger molted! It's situations like these that not only reinforce my ability to provide a good life to these creatures, but also makes me love this hobby even more.
Sorry for the long post, but I really wanted to share my joy with people who can relate. And for those who are wondering, it's a Chilobrachys sp. Vietnam blue.
It's been crazy arachnid week, that's for sure. With this molt, and finding out my C. darlingi AND OBT are mature males. I'm in contact with someone who has females for both my boys, so I'm quite happy to (hopefully) get some of their offspring.
When I got home, I looked at my presents, and this little guy was all tucked up, and I was certain it was dead. Bill said it's alive, just to touch it. It moved a bit, and I immediately went into mom-mode.
I squeezed a few drops of water on the bottom to form a pool along one side, and pushed its mouth directly in the puddle. It fought it for a bit, but I wouldn't give up. After believing I achieved getting some kind of water into the mouth, I let it be, and hoped for the best.
After a couple of hours, it began to perk up. With in four hours, it was climbing on the wall. At that time, I felt confident enough to transfer it. I guided the little guy to the provided water dish, where it took another drink. It settled into its enclosure, and promptly burrowed. It ate two pinheads a few days later, and seemed on the up-and-up. It looked like it had a fighting chance!
Well, today I was given another surprise, and the little bugger molted! It's situations like these that not only reinforce my ability to provide a good life to these creatures, but also makes me love this hobby even more.
Sorry for the long post, but I really wanted to share my joy with people who can relate. And for those who are wondering, it's a Chilobrachys sp. Vietnam blue.
It's been crazy arachnid week, that's for sure. With this molt, and finding out my C. darlingi AND OBT are mature males. I'm in contact with someone who has females for both my boys, so I'm quite happy to (hopefully) get some of their offspring.
