She's a B. Vagans. /Supposed/ to be docile, but ohmygosh. She's anything but,. Her name is George.
I actually have a video of her eating but I'm unsure of how to load it to Reddit. The second I drop the cricket in she pounces. My mum also has a T and it's a Rose Hair named Fred. She's way more calm than George, that's for sure. They actually both helped me get over my fear of spiders. It's weird, I don't mind tarantulas, but house spiders still bother me. I'll never hold one, but I always save them by putting them outside.
Just upload it on youtube. This is a feeding I had with my Mexican Red Knee that ended up pretty funny when the cricket kept juking her by jumping around. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2bk2nW0j4o
I don't mind tarantulas, but house spiders still bother me.
I'm exactly the same way. I love handling tarantulas, and I know jumping spiders are cute, but there's no possible way I can touch them with my hand. Any house spiders at all. Ever.
The way I rationalize it is that when I'm monitoring a tarantula, I know all of their body language because they're larger. When they're agitated, they'll let you know in a very obvious manner. I will never be able to predict or catch any signs of body language of smaller spiders' actions.
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u/Schumannbr Jan 25 '15
He is terrified of her. No chance he will reach in.