I did the same. At first it was cute but as she grows, her nails are longer and sink further into my balding pate. Like I said, it is better now that I put a shirt on my head. I am glad that she feels so secure with me actually.
The intelligence of Tegus and my Black Throat constantly amazes me. Yesterday after his bath and a late lunch, Kinabo, my V. ionidesi did his usual thing wandering around a closed room with me sitting on the floor with my back propped up against an ottoman. Mind you, for the last couple of weeks he has been a real ***. Whipping, hissing etc. was the order of the day. He was starting to shed and I am sure was uncomfortable which I think was the root of it all. Back to yesterday; he eventually marched up my leg to my semi reclined chest, nuzzled my beard, pancaked himself and fell asleep. Before that, I talked a lot to him as I do. He cocks his head and listens and I know he knows that it is me. His recognition of my voice is really neat.
What intrigues me is how one minute a scratch on his head or a pat on the lower back will get me a whip for my trouble and two minutes later he welcomes it. I guess it all happens in his time.
T. merianea, Gordo
T. rufescens, Eva
V. Ionedes, Nyuse Kinabo, (Swahili - Black Gift from God)
Standard Poodles - Millee & Sonny Boy
A bunch of colubrids and tarantulas
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