Goodbye Sweet One

I've sold another of my tarantulas, this one my very first. I'm sitting here crying into my coffee, talking myself through it. It needs to happen, it's part of my choices and the direction I mean to take my life. But it doesn't stop the pain of parting with a little living thing for which I've cared since it was tiny, these past five years.


My classmate purchased my Thor, the second tarantula she picks up from me. At least my Thorling is going to someone I know and am certain will care for them properly. It still hurts me badly but it needs to happen... Cheers...