Molting of my Chilean fire tarantula (Grammostola rosea), last July. ✨

Under increased blood pressure, the tarantula begins to transport a molting hormone (hydroxylated ecdysone/ecdysterone) from the rear to the front of the body. This causes pressure to build up and the carapace (back shield) to burst open. This extends over the entire body, so that the tarantula can now gradually free itself from the old exoskeleton. This can sometimes take several hours and is therefore very exhausting for the tarantula, so that it remains lying on its back even after it has successfully moulted. In this state, the spider has not yet hardened and can therefore easily become a victim. That's why spiders create a somewhat safer place with silk threads beforehand. I've increased the speed of the video eight times because you all don't have as much patience as I do 🤪 and it makes the rhythmic movement sequences clearer.

Ecdysterone is a hormone that triggers moulting in molting animals (arthropods, tardigrades, nematodes, etc.). It is also found in plants to protect against plant pests. In mammals, it only occurs through ingestion or parasitic infestation. It also has an effect on mammals and influences lipid metabolism and protein biosynthesis. It is believed to have an anabolic effect on the muscles, which is why it is also used in competitive sports. It is believed to have no harmful effects because it is a natural part of our diet. 💪😋🥬

Happy Pentecost weekend!😊✨
I'm always in the sunshine 😜😋
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It's my 37th birthday! 🥳

Those are my two favorite numbers. So this is now going to be my favorite year of my life.😎

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The picture shows me in the 90s in front of the entrance to our former house in Saxony. It was part of a former manor "Rittergut Schilbach". Surrounded by wet meadows, forests and abandoned buildings, I experienced different adventures every day. I had a dictaphone, which I used to record songs from the radio, a BMX, which I attached the dictaphone to and many "catch boxes" to catch and observe animals. I had something like a sixth sense and knew exactly which stones I had to lift. I reflexively reached into the deep grass and had a mouse in my hand. I dug a vole tunnel and a least weasel stared at me. I hugged trees and hoped that aliens would come and get me. I had three TV channels, very few friends but a Commodore 64. And lots of books. My parents rarely explained anything to me, but always challenged me to find out for myself. I really wanted to master an instrument, but I was too stupid for it. At school I always played the triangle. I was always terrible at sports, but I could dash through the thicket like a jungle mowgli and stand on the handlebars of my bike while riding. I had a tree house without walls but with an elevator (a large bucket on a rope). There were magical places that felt different. Terrible things were happening at the same time, but I was always laughing and looking at life as an adventure. I keep this strength, this eternal child, because we are reborn every day in an unknown world.🌌🌠

Birds are singing, people are sleeping. The air smells of meadow. Sunday morning sunrise.

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Walking in the sunshine 🌞

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Moments like this 🥰🦎

𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗲 🚲
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In Oberursel-Stierstadt I saw these 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗽 (I assume Heidschnucke).

And I show you the 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲-𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 in Germany. Originally it was a transformer substation, but a few years ago it has been converted into a residential building with 14 square meters.

The facade was sprayed by the Oberursel graffiti artist 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝘂𝘀 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮 (1979-2017) based on the Alte Oper in Frankfurt.

Dark circles under my eyes from watching all that Valentine's nonsense. 🥱

My pillow whispers sweet nothings 😌💭

Have a nice Sunday and feel cuddled by Vincent! ♥️😊

Well, it smelled as expected.

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