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Does anyone have any experiences from when they were a novice that they'd like to share? I was thinking back to some of my days when I was first starting off with tarantulas and some of the incredibly dumb things that I did. Some of them I am admittedly embarrassed to even mention, for fear of people thinking I'm a moron who has no idea what the hell he's doing. Everything I am going to mention here happened at least five years ago. Thankfully, being on this forum has taught me a lot about proper methods of caring for tarantulas. Now, I realize that most advice that people give is at least somewhat subjective, and can be debated. Everyone has their own methods of care, so in my eyes, as long as it's not harming the spider, then it's not what I'd consider "wrong". However, there are just some things that don't make any sense to do.
Like feeding a Rose hair deli turkey because you didn't have any crickets at the moment, and read somewhere that tarantulas can be fed raw meat as a substitute. Whether this is a good idea or not, I apparently missed the part that said RAW.
I also remember my first experience with an Old World species. It was a P. regalis sling that I received in the mail. When I opened the vial, the spiderling was curled up. I panicked and assumed it had died. So, like an idiot, I decided to poke the thing with a pair of tongs. In a split second it had ran out of the vial, up my arm, and had jumped onto my bed. I again panicked, and grabbed the thing with my bare hand and released it into its enclosure, and slammed the lid shut.
Like feeding a Rose hair deli turkey because you didn't have any crickets at the moment, and read somewhere that tarantulas can be fed raw meat as a substitute. Whether this is a good idea or not, I apparently missed the part that said RAW.
I also remember my first experience with an Old World species. It was a P. regalis sling that I received in the mail. When I opened the vial, the spiderling was curled up. I panicked and assumed it had died. So, like an idiot, I decided to poke the thing with a pair of tongs. In a split second it had ran out of the vial, up my arm, and had jumped onto my bed. I again panicked, and grabbed the thing with my bare hand and released it into its enclosure, and slammed the lid shut.