Oh no, this is just not right.

I used to have 2 pet tarantulas.
One knew how to crawl up a corner of the aquarium and push the wire screen thing just enough to escape.
The first time was hell. We looked for hours and couldn't find him. Had to give up and go to bed.
The next day we were checking our shoes before we put them on and more searching.

Days later I was crankin some bassy tunes and the spider walks out in the middle of the floor.
Easy to catch him and put him back.
He escaped a few times before we found clamps for the lid that worked.

They are usually more scared of you.....unless you freak em out.
 
Well ladies, that's a good reason to put the seat up when finished.
What if they ride the seat on it's way down and then jumps on you. And just think the little pinkies will be right there for them to bite. But I like the idea more than having one crawl around my ya-ya.
 
My wife collects tarantulas.

Her bird eaters get bigger than the OP tarantula easily.

You guys are close to Mexico? She just got a Mexican fireleg, saw an adult male, they are also pretty huge.
 
I used to have 2 pet tarantulas.
One knew how to crawl up a corner of the aquarium and push the wire screen thing just enough to escape.
The first time was hell. We looked for hours and couldn't find him. Had to give up and go to bed.
The next day we were checking our shoes before we put them on and more searching.

Days later I was crankin some bassy tunes and the spider walks out in the middle of the floor.
Easy to catch him and put him back.
He escaped a few times before we found clamps for the lid that worked.

They are usually more scared of you.....unless you freak em out.

I had a contract to work at this one location. The owner had a tarantula in an aquarium with a brick on top of the screen. One day I look and there were 2 of them. It had molted.

Then the next time, on a Saturday, the screen was off of the corner of the aquarium. I cleared out of there so fast that I broke the sound barrier. I even left my purse behind and locked the door behind me. Then on Sunday I get a call about this mess in the main office. I told him his tarantula had escaped and I wasn't sticking around.

He laughed so hard I thought he would piss his pants. It had died and they just left the top off to the side. I quit the contract the next day. I just couldn't think about it anymore.
 
Oh, you'll love this story then. Long time ago as part of research project I had to interview a herpetologist. He knew I was coming for the interview. Older guy, 50's. Multiple doctorates, distinguished. Met him at his lab, he showed me around where they kept the snakes (kraits, adders, vipers) all highly poisonous. The holding area was very clean, professional etc. On they way out of the area where they kept the snakes, he mentioned to one of his assistants that the lid was ajar on one of the tanks that held a costal taipan (aggressive and deadly). More people came in looking for the snake while they ushered me out. Mind you that several locked doors were required to enter/exit this area. Out in his office we were talking, he answered a few calls, made a few. Suddenly I felt something on my shoulder, saw it was a snake, jumped up, flipped the snake off and am lucky not to shit my pants right there. I heard all this laughter (yes the distinguished doctor too) and everyone that was in the lab was standing behind me and were laughing their asses off. Of course the whole escaped snake thing was a setup for the FNG. Doc told me it was funnier in the lab itself until one of the tanks got knocked over by a freaked out victim which is why they did it in his office. I still have the rubber snake they used. Herpey Humour. They did teach me how to catch a rattlesnake and milk it.
 
I used to have a rose hair, a pink toed, and one from Vietnam/Thailand that was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay aggressive named harley...when it was his cage cleaning time I would move every thing out of the kitchen so it was a nice bright white floor where I could track him if he got loose.. I would also have a boot...just in case he got loose. I wasn't taking any chances...he died about a year after I got him and I was done with scary little "pets"
 
Oh, you'll love this story then. Long time ago as part of research project I had to interview a herpetologist. He knew I was coming for the interview. Older guy, 50's. Multiple doctorates, distinguished. Met him at his lab, he showed me around where they kept the snakes (kraits, adders, vipers) all highly poisonous. The holding area was very clean, professional etc. On they way out of the area where they kept the snakes, he mentioned to one of his assistants that the lid was ajar on one of the tanks that held a costal taipan (aggressive and deadly). More people came in looking for the snake while they ushered me out. Mind you that several locked doors were required to enter/exit this area. Out in his office we were talking, he answered a few calls, made a few. Suddenly I felt something on my shoulder, saw it was a snake, jumped up, flipped the snake off and am lucky not to shit my pants right there. I heard all this laughter (yes the distinguished doctor too) and everyone that was in the lab was standing behind me and were laughing their asses off. Of course the whole escaped snake thing was a setup for the FNG. Doc told me it was funnier in the lab itself until one of the tanks got knocked over by a freaked out victim which is why they did it in his office. I still have the rubber snake they used. Herpey Humour. They did teach me how to catch a rattlesnake and milk it.

I helped one of our local herpetologists find all his baby Mozambique spitting cobras.
The tank was not closed properly and they all escaped.
Was a rather fun experience.

I get called by my neighbours when they come across snakes now as I hate to see them killed for nothing (the snakes as well as the neighbours).
Biggest snouted cobra I have been called for was around 2.2 meters but friendly as can be (not aggressive like the babies).
Biggest snake was a gravid 3 meter African rock python :)
 
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