A few days ago Betty had had enough of lounging around and so had a nice shed and p00 and decided she'd strike out on her own. No small feat this, as her enclosure was directly underneath a Black Blood's easily twice her weight - not to mention its prodigious bowl of water and about 20lbs more. Somehow she squirmed out without choking herself and slithered down under the lip of the bar and back up into the interior through a space no wider than my knuckle. Finally lucked across her looking where i'd checked before as best I could and where i never thought she'd fit.
Luckily 2 days overdue for chow after a couple hours I managed to attract her attention to a rat and once i had some support for her to crawl down on she came down for dinner. Not easy crouching for 40 minutes arms outstretched supporting a bokken for her to crawl down on in one hand and the tail of a rat in the other hand to keep it on top of the barstool. Glasshopper snatched pebble from hand! After she struck she insisted on eating inverted - but by using my fah superior fist in cookie jar technique (insert kung fu noise here) once she'd eaten I knew she wouldnt make it back in there. I did have to get a hide nearby once she had eased out enough and guide her head into it to convince her it was a better alternative than heading back into the crack (which she was hellbent on doing).
http://www.madwag.com/herpics/found1.jpg
Shortly after the initial sighting. . .
http://www.madwag.com/herpics/found2.jpg
No way she'll fit back in there after this rat.
You have no idea how releived I am.
If it had been a tarantula that got out Smynx would have been so lit up I would have lost my . . .