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Late yesterday afternoon we recieved a shipment from Frank Somma up in New York. As I was busy seperating out slings from an eggsac of Brachypelma sabulosum, which by the way noone has sucessfully bred in years (yeah for us) here in the U.S., John dove into it and began unpacking the afore-mentioned package.
As I was getting close to being finished, having housed exactly 373 slings, I asked John if he needed any help, to which he replies:
"Not really, I got the G. pulchras done, but I saved the S. calceatum for you to unpack."
"Ahh, geez John, thanks."
So, in the midst of getting everything organized, packed, and ready for the Carlsbad trip, I also had that to look forward to in the morning.
(Let it be known that I employ a double edge of sarcasm and self-deprication in my spiels...I love my job and I love tarantulas. I have been bitten a few times, and yeah, it hurts, sometimes much longer than others, but the spiritual pain of doing something else is tantamount to something invented by DeSade, so...)
First thing this morning I decide to just get it out of the way, so I grab the pill bottles containing those notoriously evil little slings and get down to business.
I am not sure how many of you are familar with this particular species, but those of you that are, humor me for a few minutes of patronization.
I have read a few bite reports on the calceatums but my favorite is found in the pages of Exothermae magazine No. 1. It is too bad this magazine isn't around, they only produced 2 issues.
A few qoutes from an article written by Phillip Charpentier after a trip to Africa:
"The man immediately came down the tree, without the spider and was tended to at once with an Aspevenin extractor. Pain spread quickly to his elbow, then to his shoulder and chest area. After 3 1/2 hours, he had heart contractions that were extremely painful adn lasted for a full half hour..." "and after the second day, his hand had swollen to twice it's normal size."
Another: (this one is key, it applies later on}
"Instead of running, the soldier just kept staring and the Stromatopelma landed on the side of his face, darted forward and gave him a nasty bite on the side of the neck." "I am sure that without the immediate intervention of a primed and ready venom extraction kit, this young fellow might well have died. His throat was swollen and the pain radiated to his face, optical nerves, chest with heart contractions starting less than two hours after the bite, with pain spreading downwards to his gonads..." *
So there I am, unpacking 18 of these terrifying, monsterous, venom pregnant tarantulas. I had a few of these guys attempt escapes during the tranfer to their new homes, but nothing too heart-stopping.
Until the last one.
I open the pill bottle, pull out the "pig-in-a-blanket" paper towel packing material and see the T peeking his front legs out of the bottom. I grab my trusty chopstick and attempt to prod him forth into his new digs with a few tender taps on his abdomen.
He quickly darts out, up the chopstick, up my arm, and dissapears from sight.
Ok, no problem, this has happened countless times. Usually they stop on the other side of my shirt, just below my shoulder. I slowly pinch a bit of material from my shirt at the neck line and pull it towards me to see if this is where it got off to.
Wait a sec.
Why does my face tickle?
That is when I realize that this guy is sitting on my cheek, just
below my
left
EYE!
"Extraction kit!"
"Would have died!"
"Gonads!!!"
Ok, so a million thoughts are running through my head.
Would John suck out the poison?
Would I be ok with that?
Would I be too ok with that?
Hey, Pirates of the Carribean made a gazillion dollars so the pirate look is in, right?
I could pull off an eye patch, couldn't I?
What music do I want played at my funeral?
My mom wouldn't override my choices would she?
Would she dress me funny to get the last laugh?
Would all the girls who turned me down in high school be there, crying, "I never got to tell him my true feelings, that so many times I dreamed of pushing him onto Mr. Rhinehearts Lab desk and ravishing him for hours!"
Great! I didn't get to go to Carlsbad last year, two of my friends hauled around a caricature of me drawn on a piece of cardboard with red and black sharpies, and this year I will be a story they tell at Spider Bob's after a few beers.
And while these thoughts were rushing around my head, the calceatum had darted back down my face and was sitting on my chest. I grabbed a deli cup, trapped him under it, and wrangled him into his new home.
The above story has been dramatized and over-sensationalized for entertainment purposes.
Ok, there it is. Another story from the guy who ate a mouse.
*The referenced article goes on to tell how in captivity these T's have never delivered a bite that resulted in any serious conditions. So don't go rushing to buy a suit of armour to have to deal with these guys. Yeah, I could have told you that earlier, but I didn't.
Just always practice caution, and do this with any T, for your sake as well as theirs.
Eric.
www.e-spiderworld.com
Late yesterday afternoon we recieved a shipment from Frank Somma up in New York. As I was busy seperating out slings from an eggsac of Brachypelma sabulosum, which by the way noone has sucessfully bred in years (yeah for us) here in the U.S., John dove into it and began unpacking the afore-mentioned package.
As I was getting close to being finished, having housed exactly 373 slings, I asked John if he needed any help, to which he replies:
"Not really, I got the G. pulchras done, but I saved the S. calceatum for you to unpack."
"Ahh, geez John, thanks."
So, in the midst of getting everything organized, packed, and ready for the Carlsbad trip, I also had that to look forward to in the morning.
(Let it be known that I employ a double edge of sarcasm and self-deprication in my spiels...I love my job and I love tarantulas. I have been bitten a few times, and yeah, it hurts, sometimes much longer than others, but the spiritual pain of doing something else is tantamount to something invented by DeSade, so...)
First thing this morning I decide to just get it out of the way, so I grab the pill bottles containing those notoriously evil little slings and get down to business.
I am not sure how many of you are familar with this particular species, but those of you that are, humor me for a few minutes of patronization.
I have read a few bite reports on the calceatums but my favorite is found in the pages of Exothermae magazine No. 1. It is too bad this magazine isn't around, they only produced 2 issues.
A few qoutes from an article written by Phillip Charpentier after a trip to Africa:
"The man immediately came down the tree, without the spider and was tended to at once with an Aspevenin extractor. Pain spread quickly to his elbow, then to his shoulder and chest area. After 3 1/2 hours, he had heart contractions that were extremely painful adn lasted for a full half hour..." "and after the second day, his hand had swollen to twice it's normal size."
Another: (this one is key, it applies later on}
"Instead of running, the soldier just kept staring and the Stromatopelma landed on the side of his face, darted forward and gave him a nasty bite on the side of the neck." "I am sure that without the immediate intervention of a primed and ready venom extraction kit, this young fellow might well have died. His throat was swollen and the pain radiated to his face, optical nerves, chest with heart contractions starting less than two hours after the bite, with pain spreading downwards to his gonads..." *
So there I am, unpacking 18 of these terrifying, monsterous, venom pregnant tarantulas. I had a few of these guys attempt escapes during the tranfer to their new homes, but nothing too heart-stopping.
Until the last one.
I open the pill bottle, pull out the "pig-in-a-blanket" paper towel packing material and see the T peeking his front legs out of the bottom. I grab my trusty chopstick and attempt to prod him forth into his new digs with a few tender taps on his abdomen.
He quickly darts out, up the chopstick, up my arm, and dissapears from sight.
Ok, no problem, this has happened countless times. Usually they stop on the other side of my shirt, just below my shoulder. I slowly pinch a bit of material from my shirt at the neck line and pull it towards me to see if this is where it got off to.
Wait a sec.
Why does my face tickle?
That is when I realize that this guy is sitting on my cheek, just
below my
left
EYE!
"Extraction kit!"
"Would have died!"
"Gonads!!!"
Ok, so a million thoughts are running through my head.
Would John suck out the poison?
Would I be ok with that?
Would I be too ok with that?
Hey, Pirates of the Carribean made a gazillion dollars so the pirate look is in, right?
I could pull off an eye patch, couldn't I?
What music do I want played at my funeral?
My mom wouldn't override my choices would she?
Would she dress me funny to get the last laugh?
Would all the girls who turned me down in high school be there, crying, "I never got to tell him my true feelings, that so many times I dreamed of pushing him onto Mr. Rhinehearts Lab desk and ravishing him for hours!"
Great! I didn't get to go to Carlsbad last year, two of my friends hauled around a caricature of me drawn on a piece of cardboard with red and black sharpies, and this year I will be a story they tell at Spider Bob's after a few beers.
And while these thoughts were rushing around my head, the calceatum had darted back down my face and was sitting on my chest. I grabbed a deli cup, trapped him under it, and wrangled him into his new home.
The above story has been dramatized and over-sensationalized for entertainment purposes.
Ok, there it is. Another story from the guy who ate a mouse.
*The referenced article goes on to tell how in captivity these T's have never delivered a bite that resulted in any serious conditions. So don't go rushing to buy a suit of armour to have to deal with these guys. Yeah, I could have told you that earlier, but I didn't.
Just always practice caution, and do this with any T, for your sake as well as theirs.
Eric.
www.e-spiderworld.com
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