Look at this post-cleaning clarity! Neon Tetra (Paracheirodon innesi) school.

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Look at this post-cleaning clarity! Neon Tetra (Paracheirodon innesi) school.
Deacon is rasping juuuust a little. I'm probably being paranoid, but it's Steam Bath time, and I'll call his vet if I still hear it in a couple days.
Let me tell you, getting him into that bin was NOT EASY. XD
Patches.
She’s just shit in her water bowl and is quite proud of herself.
HEY EVERYONE! Meet Starbomb, my new Caribena Versicolor. I’m sure some of you remember Radon, who passed away a few months ago. I wanted to wait until the breeder I trusted had slings, because they always arrive lively and healthy. <3 So here she is!! This is the only good picture I was able to get because she did not want to sit still.
My old girl always gets the first rose of the season. And the roses bloomed a little late this year because I trimmed the bush significantly. The upside is... The plant looks GREAT. But Cricket had to wait a WHOLE EXTRA MONTH for her favorite snackie!
She actually attacked the rose before I even put it in her dish. It’s amazing the intelligence of these creatures--they know exactly what they like and remember it even over a year later.
Cricket also recognizes one of my co-workers who I have lunch with sometimes, because said co-worker gives Cricket AFTERNOON ROACHES in addition to the roaches Cricket gets when I come home after work. XD
I love these animals. I wish they could live forever.
In Which I Tell a Story About Falcor
This morning, I checked on my snakes as I do a couple times a week.
When I opened Falcor’s enclosure, I was hit with such an immediate punch of Rot-Stench that I could only conclude that somehow he had died. This was despite the fact that he was fat, healthy, and ate a large r.a.t just one week before.
I steeled myself. Told myself that it’s the Circle of Life. That I’d have to examine my husbandry and see where I went wrong. I wondered about the cost of a necropsy.
I took out his pieces of decor one by one, and then
Caption: This is Not a Dead Snake.
Once I found him and verified he was alive and still healthy, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Falcor is a jerk, but he’s my jerk, and I love him very much.
That’s when I spotted... It. The largest poo I’d ever seen a snake produce. Something so foul, I momentarily considered calling in a HazMat squad to dispose of it.
Not Shown: The Apocalypse Shit.
After cleaning the terrible blight on creation, I put his enclosure back together.
Caption: A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE DID AND IS PROUD.
Macro of my tiny (but gorgeous) Hapalopus sp. Colombia, AKA the pumpkin patch tarantula. She molted just in time for the Halloween season! Right now she's about the size of my thumbnail. Her name's Linus!
If anyone’s interested in how I take care of my Theraphosa blondi, here’s a good video! She spent a ton of time in pre-molt and wouldn’t eat, and it’s been a week from her last molt so she was R E A D Y.