Isn't she lovely? I named her Broomhilda, Hilda for short.
We found her outside frolicing in our driveway yesterday. Aubry screamed when Hilda ran towards her feet and let me say that it was the highest pitched girly-scream EVER!
A few years ago, my oldest daughter caught one of these and put it in a jar in our garage. In the morning the captured tarantula was nowhere to be found which was completely disconcerting to me. For about a week I wasn't sure if I was going to be sitting in my car and find a tarantula crawling on my shoulder or on the dashboard! Lucky for me, the escapee seemed to have made a good getaway.
Hilda didn't stick around either and she ran for cover in the bushes across the street. This, of course, was fine with me!
Bye-bye, Hilda!
