I feel like a complete heel. I have owned a very plump and happy vinegaroon for two years now. He was quite the character, waving his little pincers around and darting out of his hide whenever I would come in the room. I rarely held him, but would sometimes handfeed him crickets that were too slow to spark his interest on the ground.
Yesterday I was holding him, looking him over, and he just jumped out of my hand....he fell onto the concrete floor of my snake room and sprayed vinegar everywhere. Three hours later he was dead.
It was completely my fault, and I can't stop thinking about the poor little fellow. I buried him outside in the leaves.
R.I.P. my dear vinegaroon :-(
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