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Today during feeding and misting time my a. Versicolor, Vuelie, decided to give me a good scare. She ran out of her enclosure while I was misting it and I barely had the time to react before I noticed she was dancing around the brim on her tippy toes. Since I tend to lose track of my slings on a rare occasion the last thing I wanted was for her to take a run for it into the depths of my room- a maze full of sketchbooks, art supplies and pencil cases, it wouldn’t have been pretty. So, naturally, I gently scooped her into my hands and went to the bathroom, a nice quarantined area where I’d easily be able to keep track of the little thing whenever she sprinted off. 

It was a nerve wracking experience since, generally speaking, I try not to handle my tarantulas and especially not my slings. The last time I did anything of the sort was last october, so my brain was haywire trying to make sure I didn’t lose her. Everything worked out well in the end though, and I managed to get her back inside. As intimidating as these situations are, I’m grateful in the end because it helps restore my confidence that I can still handle these critters without losing control of the situation. 

PS. Ignore the writing on my hand, the partially washed off remains of an old to do list. 


Regretfully I haven’t been spending as much time as I should be on personal projects I’d aimed to complete this summer, but I have been working on small sketches each day whenever I get the opportunity, if only to keep my drawing levels up. These are just ones I’m comfortable with showing, I’ve been practicing with some realism here and there. I do have a strong desire to explore other styles and generally get out of this strange mix I’ve got, but that’s for another time. 

Just a nice drawing dump, I guess. Some of them are more venty than others, I haven’t been in a good place for the past few days. Getting over it. More drawings to come, wheeze.


Be a selfish bitch.

Don’t feel bad for going after what you want. 

Do that shit on your own fucking terms.

Hold a middle finger up to anyone who puts you down.

Wear what you want.

Do what you want. 

Worry about yourself being good before anyone else.

Live life to the fucking fullest. 

You run you.

You paint your own damn masterpiece.

Never fucking forget that.