It was feeding day yesterday.
Mustapha's cricket jumped right in to his burrow. Oops! Chris said he saw a brief struggle, but ultimately Mustapha came out on top..Of his burrow that is. He has a routine! He catches his prey, ties it up or whatever these BDSM-vampire-like pets do. Then he goes for a little stroll around his container. Eventually, he drags the bug to the opening of his home, and sucks out its insides. He'll take breaks, and go for walks. This continues for 12-24 hours until he's all done. Next, he drags the remains to the opposite end of his container. I guess that's for me to clean up:/ At least he's tidy!
Smithy on the other hand, gobbles the whole thing down, rather quickly! She's usually finished within a few hours.
Last night was funny because we saw that Mustapha caught his bug right away, but Smithy seemed a little scared of her dinner again. We turned out the lights and left the "bird room" (yes, my birds have their very own room, but now they have to share with the Tarantulas, until the T's are big enough for their permanent homes) but when I checked on the spiders a few hours later (I'm a good spider Mom like that!) I discovered they were both out on the substrate eating. Synchronized dinner party!
The remaining 3-4 crickets, from a container of 100 pinheads 6-7 weeks ago, are too big for the tarantulas now. I have to pick up some smaller ones before the next feeding and I guess, the crickets will have their freedom.
Sometimes I feel bad feeding the spiders. It doesn't make it any easier that I think the crickets are wicked cute, and I call them "Jiminy."
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