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Dad used to have a B. albopilosum (curlyhair) when I was a kid. Harry would happily devour any bug we put in there with her. I remember her wrangling a huge bug that had pincers - she would move those nimble legs out of harm's way and you'd hear that *crunch* when she sunk her fangs in. And she loved wooly bear caterpillars.
And then one day we fed her something that didn't quite agree with her.
I don't remember exactly what kind of caterpillar it was - it might have been a wooly bear or one that looked like it. Harry ate it and went completely nuts. She flailed about, her legs writhing in twisted contortions. She must have been in absolute pain. She rolled onto her side and flipped over and over, twisting about for hours. All we could do was helplessly watch. Dad felt awful, and we did, too.
She slumped in pain and exhaustion for days until she regained her health, and lived for several more years.
It may have been a toxic specie of caterpillar, or a caterpillar sprayed with pesticide - we'll never know.
And then one day we fed her something that didn't quite agree with her.
I don't remember exactly what kind of caterpillar it was - it might have been a wooly bear or one that looked like it. Harry ate it and went completely nuts. She flailed about, her legs writhing in twisted contortions. She must have been in absolute pain. She rolled onto her side and flipped over and over, twisting about for hours. All we could do was helplessly watch. Dad felt awful, and we did, too.
She slumped in pain and exhaustion for days until she regained her health, and lived for several more years.
It may have been a toxic specie of caterpillar, or a caterpillar sprayed with pesticide - we'll never know.