All right, for todayLet's see where the statistics leave us. There was 1 that had no spot. There were 3 that had the spot. There were no new molts. One died. It appeared to be one of the ones that had recently molted, which is too bad, but that's the way the ball bounces, unfortunately. What caused it? Who knows? Too much humidity? Not enough humidity? Or perhaps something just went wrong with the molt. There were 61 that have already molted.
  I have now created a stack of the timid ones  -  the ones that hunker down and try to be invisible when I open the container. There are 6 of them. I failed to mention that the one I called Invalido - meaning cripple - because of the white discoloration of its carapace - molted successfully and now has completely normal coloration. I can only  guess that, as I and others thought, it was just some of the previous molt's exuvium that had stuck to him.
  I do have news that Aragog, Katie and Paul's baby is eating ravenously, which is good. It will grow quickly then. And the one that went to Dylan in Kalamazoo, Michigan, is doing well too, although it doesn't come out of its hide  -  at least not while its being watched. It does have a large cage though, and maybe the extra space has it a little overwhelmed. Who knows. Perhaps when the lights go out, it comes out to explore. They are rather nocturnal anyway. Ok, enough rambling. That is all I have for tonight. Hasta mañana.