AVGWarhawk |
06-21-08 08:07 PM |
I had two turantulas when I was a kid. I had a red leg and a cinnimon brown. The red leg was very friendly and would sit on my hand without issue. The latter was a nasty little bastard that would rear up and nash his fangs at me. I would throw some crickets in his cage and run like hell. One day the red leg got out and was hanging around the house for over a week. One morning my dad woke me up and said my little friend was in the basement. I do not know how she got three stories down without being seen but she made it. My morbid little self named her Mortisha. :lol:
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