I had the worst day of my life today. Just when I needed comfort, there was none. Just when I needed a shoulder to cry on, there was none. Just when I needed a hand to hold on to, there was none. Just when I needed assurance that everything’s going to be alright, there was none. ◄Continue reading…

    I really don’t know what came into my mind why I got myself into this kind of hobby; because it is rare, exotic, creepy, and not for the faint-hearted perhaps? Or for one reason I don’t know, I just love it. It’s quite a long time since I engrossed myself into this hobby and it’s very addictive. I’m pretty sure this hobby is very unlikely, especially for girls. Who would want to pet a big-hairy-creepy-crawly anyway?
   Well… I do. I am an elfin female, and with one fleeting glance at me you’ll never know that I own some of those enthralling little creatures labeled as the fearsome eight-legged freaks… the tarantulas! 

    Creepy and odd as it seems, I actually have a few of them. In fact, I still want to have more if only my budget allows me. I’ve already spent a fortune with this hobby, but for now I am on hiatus with my tarantula buying spree. Tarantulas can be very costly. But no matter how expensive they get, take this from me… the money spent is all worth it. Shown in the pictures below are my sub-adult tarantulas. ◄Continue reading…