She was my first tarantula, and I loved her more than I have ever loved a pet. I remember first opening her deli cup, and having her crawl on my hand, tame gentle. I would spend hours watching her dig her hide, web around, and just be perfect. I was suprised she was not as colorful as the pictures had shown, but she was still beautiful. It is my fault she died, I left her too close to a window, and she dehydrated. I found her this morning out of her death curl, but immoble. I dripped water into her mouth, but no sign of life, and no heart beat. I will never, ever forget her. I love and miss you, Stacy.