When Quinne the tarantula comes flying out of her hidey-hole to greet me when I reach in to change her water dish after a long day (either that, or bare her fangs at me and prepare to cover my hand in urticating hairs...but let's say for the sake of argument she's greeting me.)
Some tarantulas have special hairs on their abdomen called urticating hairs. If threatened, they can take their hind legs and scrape them off into the air. They itch like hell (they used to be the main ingredient in itching powder,) and if one gets in your airway or eye, it's hospital time.
She hasn't tried it on me yet, and I intend to keep it that way.
I came to a realization this week after listening to Brooklyn a hundred times in a row on repeat that I have never, not once, not even when I sat in on a masterclass taught by James Galway himself, listened to a piece of flute music and said "wow, I really wish I was good enough to sound like that". I feel that way all the time about trombone. It was one of those moments when you realize that what you're doing is the correct path for you. :)
Last night I learned to juggle five bean bags between two people. It helped that we switched up partners and I ended up with a guy who knew what he was doing right before we went to five, but we jumped right in and it just ... happened ... making me laugh. I couldn't stop grinning for the rest of the night - I can juggle! :-D
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She hasn't tried it on me yet, and I intend to keep it that way.
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