I notice from reading the many threads in this forum, that a lot of people say things like "When i started keeping T's" and "The first Spider i got was a ...."
I was wondering if the long standing Tarantula keepers would like to tell us all the route that lead them to their first pet Arachnid.
I'll start the ball rolling with my own....I had just watched a re-run of the Bond film Dr No (way back in 1969.....god thats a long time ago) and there was....crawling up James Bond.....what i instantly knew was my ideal pet. After pestering my parents for what seemed like months (i think it was a week) my Dad gave in (my mum nearly left home) After Dad had made contact with all his old army buddies to try and locate a pet shop that dealt in such things we travelled to a London pet shop, and in January 1970 i was the proud owner of a Red Knee though it could have been a smithi or an emilia....cloudy memories !!. (my Dad also talked himself into a pair of Royal Pythons at the same time, he was used to exotic pets as he'd had them since 1946 ish after coming out of the army after WW2). I had her for 7 years (she was an adult at the time of purchase)
That started it all off, since then i've had tarantulas of all makes and models and reptiles ranging from little skinks to 17ft burmese (including some rearfanged colubrids when the wild and dangerous animal licence was easier to obtain) now the reptiles have all passed on due to old age i've started the obsessive collection again.
For those of you who are still awake after reading that....how about your own stories
I was wondering if the long standing Tarantula keepers would like to tell us all the route that lead them to their first pet Arachnid.
I'll start the ball rolling with my own....I had just watched a re-run of the Bond film Dr No (way back in 1969.....god thats a long time ago) and there was....crawling up James Bond.....what i instantly knew was my ideal pet. After pestering my parents for what seemed like months (i think it was a week) my Dad gave in (my mum nearly left home) After Dad had made contact with all his old army buddies to try and locate a pet shop that dealt in such things we travelled to a London pet shop, and in January 1970 i was the proud owner of a Red Knee though it could have been a smithi or an emilia....cloudy memories !!. (my Dad also talked himself into a pair of Royal Pythons at the same time, he was used to exotic pets as he'd had them since 1946 ish after coming out of the army after WW2). I had her for 7 years (she was an adult at the time of purchase)
That started it all off, since then i've had tarantulas of all makes and models and reptiles ranging from little skinks to 17ft burmese (including some rearfanged colubrids when the wild and dangerous animal licence was easier to obtain) now the reptiles have all passed on due to old age i've started the obsessive collection again.
For those of you who are still awake after reading that....how about your own stories
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