I could see it was coming.
Little old Marlon Bronson has been looking old and frail for a while. This morning he couldnāt walk, though still tried to bite me, and he has now died. Fighting until the end.
Iāve been desperate to get him mated. I bought a female but he only seemed interested in eating her food and drinking her water. After many failed mating attemps, I left him for an overnight stay in her enclosure last week, expecting to find him as a tidy eaten little silked package outside her burrow. Instead I found him looking well and her burrow silked over, which I suspect could mean they did mate. Fingers crossed I might hear the sound of many pattering feet.
Anyway, here are a few snaps of Marlon, thanks for the memories š
the big man as a little lad

tring to bite me

fighting off an attack from his partner

and tring to bite me again

Marlon Bronson
