Last night it had just begun to rain so I went out to bring the cat in. She was sitting under the bench staying pretty dry so this is how things went...
"You better come in before it starts raining hard" I said, holding the door open impatiently. I was worn out from the night before and wanted to go to bed early.
"I'm fine where I am. Maybe later." my cat replied.
"I'm tired and I'm going to bed. This is your last chance! In or out?" I shouted my age old threat.
Silence was her only response. The "Queen" had spoken.
I wasn't in a mood to get dressed and fight her, clawing and screaming into the house only to have some little "present" left somewhere because the "Queen" was not pleased so I shut the door and went to bed.
Later that night, I was awakened by loud thunder and could hear the rain pounding the windows. So I got up, ready to get soaked to rescue my pussy.
I opened the back door to find her sitting inside, shielded from the downpour by the storm door. She gave that dirty look she's mastered so well and then began to ignore me. It was obviously all my fault that she had gotten wet and now she wasn't speaking to me.
"Come inside." I told her.
Silence. I was being punished for leaving her outside and not remaining awake at her beck and call until SHE was ready to come in.
I had had enough by then and began scooting her wet ass inside, her screaming all the way. At least I had avoided picking her up and those claws of hers!
She hopped up on her table expecting her special food. I locked the door and stumbled back to bed, willing to suffer the consequences.
I could hear her finally start crunching on her dry cat food, upset over being wet AND not getting her special canned food in the middle of the night.
About the time I was falling asleep again, I heard her snuffling (she has sinus problems from when she was hit by a car) as she attempted to get dry by crawling under the covers with me.
THAT was not going to happen and I wasn't going to get up to dry her (she'd scream about that too!). So I fixed her pillow and a attempted to sling her onto it. She attempted to maintain her balance and threw water everywhere (including all over me).
Was this her plan all along? And who really won? I sure didn't get a good nights rest or a dry bed to sleep in.
And now she doesn't want to go out because she's afraid it's still raining. Since she's blind she can't see it's not raining and for some reason, she doesn't believe me when I tell her it isn't raining.
I'll admit, sometimes I tell her it's not raining when it is just to see her reaction. So she doesn't believe me. Go figure. A cat with her own mind.
So, who do you think won?
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Adults only - Gay cure found!
I was told recently that a cure had been found for being gay.
The only problem was that it had to be administered in my butt. "Sorry" I said. "I just can't take it in the butt.".
"It's just a small prick." they said. "You won't even feel it".
"I've heard that before" I responded as I walked out the door.
"We'll let you know when the oral version is made." they cried after me.
"Don't bother." I responded. "I don't swallow...".
Stay safe folks!
:P
The only problem was that it had to be administered in my butt. "Sorry" I said. "I just can't take it in the butt.".
"It's just a small prick." they said. "You won't even feel it".
"I've heard that before" I responded as I walked out the door.
"We'll let you know when the oral version is made." they cried after me.
"Don't bother." I responded. "I don't swallow...".
Stay safe folks!
:P
Sunday, October 10, 2010
7 billion in 2011?
My sister had 10 children. Three were lost before birth and six are still living.
Those have eleven surviving children of their own (so far that I know of).
And THOSE children already have three children with one at seventeen now pregnant AGAIN, having dropped out of school with no spouse or job to support herself or her children.
My one niece has finally decided to at least CONSIDER adoption though she feels it won't work. She's never married (but is a common-law couple of near 20 years) since marriage is just too much of a commitment for people. The excuses are endless and pretty stupid but I guess I am just old fashioned and romantic. I like the idea of commitment.
I signed papers at my former job as soon as they said they were supporting gay couples. It was a big thing and I almost lost my job because I came out (they still allowed harassment in the work place because you couldn't prove it was because of my sexual preference (but that's another blog...)). I would have been married legally if I could have.
But having a family wasn't something we would have gone into lightly. Between our lifestyle and our back grounds, we felt the time wasn't right and might never be. But earlier in life, before I graduated and got a job and was not married would have just been plain STUPID.
And yet no one seems to be telling these kids that are making babies how wrong it is because they are so afraid of hurting people's feelings. Or just not being popular for saying what needs to be said but no one wants to hear OR say!
So I'll say it. KIDS: STOP HAVING BABIES!
They say the brain doesn't finish growing until around the age of 25. By then, you have matured, had a chance to finish your education, and determine if you can afford to raise a baby and whether you SHOULD!
And with the population estimated to reach 7,000,000,000 in 2011 or 2012, maybe you could consider adoption.
Eventually something will happen. From starvation, to disease, to natural disasters, over-population makes them more extreme. Why not slow down and smell the roses? Play a game. Talk. Or at the very least, put a fucking rubber on it!
Those have eleven surviving children of their own (so far that I know of).
And THOSE children already have three children with one at seventeen now pregnant AGAIN, having dropped out of school with no spouse or job to support herself or her children.
My one niece has finally decided to at least CONSIDER adoption though she feels it won't work. She's never married (but is a common-law couple of near 20 years) since marriage is just too much of a commitment for people. The excuses are endless and pretty stupid but I guess I am just old fashioned and romantic. I like the idea of commitment.
I signed papers at my former job as soon as they said they were supporting gay couples. It was a big thing and I almost lost my job because I came out (they still allowed harassment in the work place because you couldn't prove it was because of my sexual preference (but that's another blog...)). I would have been married legally if I could have.
But having a family wasn't something we would have gone into lightly. Between our lifestyle and our back grounds, we felt the time wasn't right and might never be. But earlier in life, before I graduated and got a job and was not married would have just been plain STUPID.
And yet no one seems to be telling these kids that are making babies how wrong it is because they are so afraid of hurting people's feelings. Or just not being popular for saying what needs to be said but no one wants to hear OR say!
So I'll say it. KIDS: STOP HAVING BABIES!
They say the brain doesn't finish growing until around the age of 25. By then, you have matured, had a chance to finish your education, and determine if you can afford to raise a baby and whether you SHOULD!
And with the population estimated to reach 7,000,000,000 in 2011 or 2012, maybe you could consider adoption.
Eventually something will happen. From starvation, to disease, to natural disasters, over-population makes them more extreme. Why not slow down and smell the roses? Play a game. Talk. Or at the very least, put a fucking rubber on it!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Social networks
We are living in an interesting time filled with gadgets that help us stay connected in a very immediate way. They help us maximize our usage of time and prioritize our interactions as we see fit.
It reminds me of a story by Isaac Asimov based on a world where there were 40,000 robots for each person. Contact was minimal between people with conjugal visits between married couples being stipulated as part of the marriage contract since intimacy was so abhorrent in that society.
Of course, with our population nearing 7 billion with no end in site, we face the unique predicament of attempting to be anti-social while standing right next to each other.
My niece moved into a new community where people came up and introduced themselves and offered her help in moving and offered to give her tools to do the work her husband was doing in the yard. Her response was to want them all to go away and run inside and lock the doors. Her children felt the same and said they felt like they had just moved in to the neighborhood from "Desperate Housewives".
I understand a desire for privacy. We all need our space, especially when we are not up to interacting with others. But I think we should have a better balance. If you are part of a community, there are things you can rely on. People watching your house or coming to your aid. You may not want to host the block party at your house but a nosy neighbor is quieter than a barking dog and more selective in their monitoring of your property.
But we have become so unsocial that I see couples that live together post complaints to each other on HERE so everyone can see their argument instead of talking to the person sitting right next to them!
I check out the trends such as twitter but I don't jump on everything just because everyone else is doing it. When all I have to say is that I just woke up or took a dump, do I really have to share that with everyone? And how sad are the lives that find it interesting?
I like my space probably more than most but I do recognize that I am a social being requiring actual, "in person" interaction at times. I have considered getting a bluetooth earpiece so people no longer look at me strangely when I "appear" to be talking to the air but I still venture out and interact with people from time to time.
In fact, since I use a pay-as-you-go phone, I am quite aware of texts (20 cents each) and phone calls away from home (20 per minute!). I don't worry so much about being tracked by such devices though I am aware of it. But any good medical practitioner will tell you how important interacting with a patient IN PERSON is.
So much of communication is lost through these wonderful networks that keep us connected. Ironic isn't it? These social networks that are connecting us are actually disconnecting us.
Not to mention the fact that the ability to read, spell, or write in complete sentences has gone down the drain! And a person rarely asks when they don't understand an acronym or message sent. They just continue in ignorance as even communication itself breaks down.
And let's not forget how quickly we become BFF's with complete strangers. How many people, especially children, meet strangers only to become victimized? People we don't even say hello to on the streets (since politeness is no longer part of American society) we are letting into our homes and even our beds.
That's part of the problem with parents no longer being parents and letting kids do what they want online. Letting the PC become a baby-sitter and feeling secure if 99% of the interaction occurs online. So what if everything goes wrong in that other 1%...
Social networks? Really?
It reminds me of a story by Isaac Asimov based on a world where there were 40,000 robots for each person. Contact was minimal between people with conjugal visits between married couples being stipulated as part of the marriage contract since intimacy was so abhorrent in that society.
Of course, with our population nearing 7 billion with no end in site, we face the unique predicament of attempting to be anti-social while standing right next to each other.
My niece moved into a new community where people came up and introduced themselves and offered her help in moving and offered to give her tools to do the work her husband was doing in the yard. Her response was to want them all to go away and run inside and lock the doors. Her children felt the same and said they felt like they had just moved in to the neighborhood from "Desperate Housewives".
I understand a desire for privacy. We all need our space, especially when we are not up to interacting with others. But I think we should have a better balance. If you are part of a community, there are things you can rely on. People watching your house or coming to your aid. You may not want to host the block party at your house but a nosy neighbor is quieter than a barking dog and more selective in their monitoring of your property.
But we have become so unsocial that I see couples that live together post complaints to each other on HERE so everyone can see their argument instead of talking to the person sitting right next to them!
I check out the trends such as twitter but I don't jump on everything just because everyone else is doing it. When all I have to say is that I just woke up or took a dump, do I really have to share that with everyone? And how sad are the lives that find it interesting?
I like my space probably more than most but I do recognize that I am a social being requiring actual, "in person" interaction at times. I have considered getting a bluetooth earpiece so people no longer look at me strangely when I "appear" to be talking to the air but I still venture out and interact with people from time to time.
In fact, since I use a pay-as-you-go phone, I am quite aware of texts (20 cents each) and phone calls away from home (20 per minute!). I don't worry so much about being tracked by such devices though I am aware of it. But any good medical practitioner will tell you how important interacting with a patient IN PERSON is.
So much of communication is lost through these wonderful networks that keep us connected. Ironic isn't it? These social networks that are connecting us are actually disconnecting us.
Not to mention the fact that the ability to read, spell, or write in complete sentences has gone down the drain! And a person rarely asks when they don't understand an acronym or message sent. They just continue in ignorance as even communication itself breaks down.
And let's not forget how quickly we become BFF's with complete strangers. How many people, especially children, meet strangers only to become victimized? People we don't even say hello to on the streets (since politeness is no longer part of American society) we are letting into our homes and even our beds.
That's part of the problem with parents no longer being parents and letting kids do what they want online. Letting the PC become a baby-sitter and feeling secure if 99% of the interaction occurs online. So what if everything goes wrong in that other 1%...
Social networks? Really?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friendships
I value my friends very much. I also prefer to have just a few good friends because friendships take time and energy, at least for me.
Granted, my friends don't always see it that way. You know the type, always taking, rarely giving. I know we all have our lives to live so I don't base my friendships on a measurement of give and take but it does annoy me at times.
I'm not the type to call others, I usually wait for them to interact with me. If I do call, there's usually a reason. When I get brushed off on those rare occasions, it will come up in a later conversation but people don't see the problem. It only becomes a problem when I start brushing them off.
Eventually, it get's tiresome. Then I go through periods of focusing on other things which is good in itself but those hurts add up bit by bit and eventually I move on.
I'm still there when a crisis hits old friends but I can't help feeling a bit of satisfaction when I learn their selfish nature has come back to bite them in the ass. The only thing is they don't ever realize what the problem is (even if you point it out) so I have to take my pleasure from their suffering. I make no apologies for that.
I guess we're all self-centered on occasions so I don't consider it a deal breaker. It's just nice to have someone ask "So how are YOU doing?". Even if they glaze over after 10 seconds of your response, they did at least ASK!
Yes, this is a rant. It's not thought out much and doesn't really go anywhere. I just had one of those times I needed to talk and the friends I just put out for are not responding in kind. I do so love my blog. It's much better than strangling my pussy...
Granted, my friends don't always see it that way. You know the type, always taking, rarely giving. I know we all have our lives to live so I don't base my friendships on a measurement of give and take but it does annoy me at times.
I'm not the type to call others, I usually wait for them to interact with me. If I do call, there's usually a reason. When I get brushed off on those rare occasions, it will come up in a later conversation but people don't see the problem. It only becomes a problem when I start brushing them off.
Eventually, it get's tiresome. Then I go through periods of focusing on other things which is good in itself but those hurts add up bit by bit and eventually I move on.
I'm still there when a crisis hits old friends but I can't help feeling a bit of satisfaction when I learn their selfish nature has come back to bite them in the ass. The only thing is they don't ever realize what the problem is (even if you point it out) so I have to take my pleasure from their suffering. I make no apologies for that.
I guess we're all self-centered on occasions so I don't consider it a deal breaker. It's just nice to have someone ask "So how are YOU doing?". Even if they glaze over after 10 seconds of your response, they did at least ASK!
Yes, this is a rant. It's not thought out much and doesn't really go anywhere. I just had one of those times I needed to talk and the friends I just put out for are not responding in kind. I do so love my blog. It's much better than strangling my pussy...
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Dreams fufilled and lost and the in-between
I woke up tossing a turning, arguing with ghosts of friends, and family, and imaginary characters.
I was pregnant and trying desperately to please everyone one involved. Everyone wanted my baby to be born and cared for a particular way according to what they felt was most important.
A lot of the dream had characters and a theme from the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes". I've been reading the book for the first time and could even her the local accents as everyone scurried about to help.
I know this came from getting my new Leopard Gecko last night and discussions I have had with various folks about children. From raising to teaching to loving, caring for a family can be very varied.
For too many reasons to go into, I never had human children. But I have had many pets (and such owners will insist "Pets are people too!") that have given me glimpses into what it would have been like to be a parent of a human child.
Like their incessant need for attention no matter where you are and what you are doing. I am so thankful pets don't have cell phones. Trying to do work is sometines down right impossible!
Balance is a constant struggle. If you never take the time to love your kid, this will definitely haunt you. On the other hand, you have to realize when you have been driven to distraction and have to get things done!
As I write this blog I am struggling with that big time. When I wake with an idea, it's most urgent I write it down before the details are lost but this blind cat of mine continues to tap me over and over to be petted without pause. I try to do a bit of both but it isn't easy.
Sometimes I lose it and grab her real rough and she whines while I rub her real hard. Then I set her down again and she immediately taps me for MORE attention! I pet her more gently and brush her because I know there will be a time when I will no longer be able to do that (so I try to BE in that moment so I can recall them later and not regret finding balance).
I'm also in the process of cleaning out the cabinets below the kitchen sink. This has become her favorite place to sleep so like any places like that for a blind cat, I have to occasionally clean up her "accidents" when she can't find her litter box. I just finished washing her bed from yesterday's accident. Not to mention the pillows covered with special pillow cases to protect them.
It reminds me of the nursing home I visited in New Orleans where my Aunt Emily Dinnete (not my REAL aunt) was staying after being found laying on the kitchen floor for days. She had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed on one side.
The nursing home reeked of urine. She was confined to a bed, had no children or friends, basically forgotten. I had had to work hard to locate her and sat crying in the car after the visit. I regretted not staying in touch and knew that since I was far away, I might never see her again.
It was one of those things that makes you reflect on your own life when you have no children and you wonder what you future will be like. It's not the same when you have kids and have some security that there is family to care for you.
Areas of my house don't smell all that great since I haven't gotten the carpet cleaner out but my cat is quite resourceful at finding ways around the fences I have set up everywhere to keep her from going places that are hard to keep clean (like the living room) but I don't have the heart to keep her caged up. I tried it and it just seemed to cruel.
She will be like this (or possibly worse) for the rest of her life. I never have had the heart to give her up or put her down. She is after all, my baby and I don't take such choices lightly though I know many think, "It's just a cat!".
She won't grown up or go to school or have children or a career but I still love her as my child. I try to look at the responsibilities and trials as learning experiences. How to keep my temper and realize it's not her fault and remain amazed at how hard she DOES try. She doesn't seem to waste time on what might have been or crying over her losses. She just makes do as best she can and seems very happy.
The dream I had of having a real child occurs occasionally. One of the first and strongest ones was when I found myself walking down the big streets of New York with my child Elizabeth (she had beautiful black her like my mom).
Her mother (a friend of mine that I had discussed having a baby with) had died in child birth (as she was often worried about) and I was left to raise Elizabeth on my own.
Elizabeth had just slipped from me holding her hand and run out into traffic. I immediately ran after her, putting myself between her and the on-coming traffic. My first thought was to protect her at all costs, even my life and woke up very upset.
Dreams are so vivid at times! You aren't wondering if it's real or not. Just acting on the moment. In that moment, I knew I would do ANYTHING for my child and the love was SO INTENSE!
The whole dream (from her birth to the moment of her running into the street) is still vivid so many years later.
I gave up a lot choosing not to have a child but I had my reasons. My own upbringing as well as the path I was following spirituality and the frightening state of the future world we are creating were some of the big factors. I refused to try to even adopt a child when my partner suggested it and I know it was the right decision at the time. Not an easy one, but a good one.
So I leave the care of children and adoption to others (whether they do worse or better than I could have). It IS a sacrifice and I often think upon it but for now, I think I have made the best choice.
It doesn't mean I don't know how or could not raise a child or give advice to others. I just feel it's a lot harder than many think and so very important to do it right (or try harder than so many that I observe do (or rather, fail to do)).
Whatever the case, don't forget to take the time to show love to those around you. Family, friends, and even strangers... And patience. Another one that's hard for me.
Everyone likes to hear they are loved, likes to get an occasional hug, a handout (see a hand, give a hand), or at the very least, a smile and a kind hello. You never know what profound affects such simple acts can have upon the world.
My cat's back for more attention so I am going to throw her outside. She likes that. It's one of those things she teaches me, to go with the flow. A lot of time her desire for attention is more an attempt to direct me to something else she wants, in this case, to go outside. I can't imagine stepping out the door if I were blind but it doesn't phase her.
She also teaches me not to fear the world even it has hurt you in the past. Even though she almost lost her life getting hit by that car, she still loves getting outside. She's even followed the sound of my voice and gone out to that road to get to me.
Loving, courageous, and fearless. That's Sister Sheena II
I was pregnant and trying desperately to please everyone one involved. Everyone wanted my baby to be born and cared for a particular way according to what they felt was most important.
A lot of the dream had characters and a theme from the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes". I've been reading the book for the first time and could even her the local accents as everyone scurried about to help.
I know this came from getting my new Leopard Gecko last night and discussions I have had with various folks about children. From raising to teaching to loving, caring for a family can be very varied.
For too many reasons to go into, I never had human children. But I have had many pets (and such owners will insist "Pets are people too!") that have given me glimpses into what it would have been like to be a parent of a human child.
Like their incessant need for attention no matter where you are and what you are doing. I am so thankful pets don't have cell phones. Trying to do work is sometines down right impossible!
Balance is a constant struggle. If you never take the time to love your kid, this will definitely haunt you. On the other hand, you have to realize when you have been driven to distraction and have to get things done!
As I write this blog I am struggling with that big time. When I wake with an idea, it's most urgent I write it down before the details are lost but this blind cat of mine continues to tap me over and over to be petted without pause. I try to do a bit of both but it isn't easy.
Sometimes I lose it and grab her real rough and she whines while I rub her real hard. Then I set her down again and she immediately taps me for MORE attention! I pet her more gently and brush her because I know there will be a time when I will no longer be able to do that (so I try to BE in that moment so I can recall them later and not regret finding balance).
I'm also in the process of cleaning out the cabinets below the kitchen sink. This has become her favorite place to sleep so like any places like that for a blind cat, I have to occasionally clean up her "accidents" when she can't find her litter box. I just finished washing her bed from yesterday's accident. Not to mention the pillows covered with special pillow cases to protect them.
It reminds me of the nursing home I visited in New Orleans where my Aunt Emily Dinnete (not my REAL aunt) was staying after being found laying on the kitchen floor for days. She had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed on one side.
The nursing home reeked of urine. She was confined to a bed, had no children or friends, basically forgotten. I had had to work hard to locate her and sat crying in the car after the visit. I regretted not staying in touch and knew that since I was far away, I might never see her again.
It was one of those things that makes you reflect on your own life when you have no children and you wonder what you future will be like. It's not the same when you have kids and have some security that there is family to care for you.
Areas of my house don't smell all that great since I haven't gotten the carpet cleaner out but my cat is quite resourceful at finding ways around the fences I have set up everywhere to keep her from going places that are hard to keep clean (like the living room) but I don't have the heart to keep her caged up. I tried it and it just seemed to cruel.
She will be like this (or possibly worse) for the rest of her life. I never have had the heart to give her up or put her down. She is after all, my baby and I don't take such choices lightly though I know many think, "It's just a cat!".
She won't grown up or go to school or have children or a career but I still love her as my child. I try to look at the responsibilities and trials as learning experiences. How to keep my temper and realize it's not her fault and remain amazed at how hard she DOES try. She doesn't seem to waste time on what might have been or crying over her losses. She just makes do as best she can and seems very happy.
The dream I had of having a real child occurs occasionally. One of the first and strongest ones was when I found myself walking down the big streets of New York with my child Elizabeth (she had beautiful black her like my mom).
Her mother (a friend of mine that I had discussed having a baby with) had died in child birth (as she was often worried about) and I was left to raise Elizabeth on my own.
Elizabeth had just slipped from me holding her hand and run out into traffic. I immediately ran after her, putting myself between her and the on-coming traffic. My first thought was to protect her at all costs, even my life and woke up very upset.
Dreams are so vivid at times! You aren't wondering if it's real or not. Just acting on the moment. In that moment, I knew I would do ANYTHING for my child and the love was SO INTENSE!
The whole dream (from her birth to the moment of her running into the street) is still vivid so many years later.
I gave up a lot choosing not to have a child but I had my reasons. My own upbringing as well as the path I was following spirituality and the frightening state of the future world we are creating were some of the big factors. I refused to try to even adopt a child when my partner suggested it and I know it was the right decision at the time. Not an easy one, but a good one.
So I leave the care of children and adoption to others (whether they do worse or better than I could have). It IS a sacrifice and I often think upon it but for now, I think I have made the best choice.
It doesn't mean I don't know how or could not raise a child or give advice to others. I just feel it's a lot harder than many think and so very important to do it right (or try harder than so many that I observe do (or rather, fail to do)).
Whatever the case, don't forget to take the time to show love to those around you. Family, friends, and even strangers... And patience. Another one that's hard for me.
Everyone likes to hear they are loved, likes to get an occasional hug, a handout (see a hand, give a hand), or at the very least, a smile and a kind hello. You never know what profound affects such simple acts can have upon the world.
My cat's back for more attention so I am going to throw her outside. She likes that. It's one of those things she teaches me, to go with the flow. A lot of time her desire for attention is more an attempt to direct me to something else she wants, in this case, to go outside. I can't imagine stepping out the door if I were blind but it doesn't phase her.
She also teaches me not to fear the world even it has hurt you in the past. Even though she almost lost her life getting hit by that car, she still loves getting outside. She's even followed the sound of my voice and gone out to that road to get to me.
Loving, courageous, and fearless. That's Sister Sheena II
Friday, August 20, 2010
Bye bye Eastern Newts, Hello Leopard Gecko
A few months ago I bought two Eastern Newts which I named "Newt" and "NewtNewt". NewtNewt was restless and soon disappeared from the 55 gallon terrarium. I never found a body (yet).
"Newt" was much calmer and hung around the log, occasionally hunting food. I had brought home crickets, blood worms, tubafix worms, fish food, and pellets. I brought in rolly polly's, snails, centipedes, and even found a yellow-spotted salamander!
"Newt" occasionally ate small mites that climbed around on the stump but ever so slowly, she began to get thinner.
I went to the pet store for help and the above list of foods were tried. Nothing worked. I suggested I bring them back but the lady admitted they had the same problem and that they eventually died.
I debated on taking the to the vernal pools at Ruffner but knew they weren't local species. So I just watched as poor "Newt" waster away. I even tried force feeding her but that failed too and "Newt" died.
"Newt" now sits on her log desiccating gracefully. And I have a void to fill...
I finally get down to getting either a turtle, lizard, or gecko. When I got to the store, they had a choice of a cute baby corn snake or various geckos. Since I really didn't want to get back into raising mice or feeding them or their pinkies to my snake, I opted for a cute speckled Leopard Gecko that eats crickets!
It seems happy enough and was already searching for food when last I checked. Let's hope for the best while I start thinking of names...
This brings up the subject of captive animals. I am against it if the habitat isn't good enough. If the animal is not happy, it's better off dead.
So I have to keep that in mind. I think fish and reptiles are better off in a habitat and happier. They are safe and better fed. The have less fear (in whatever way they feel that). But I do think about it. That's why I don't get birds since keeping them from flying really is cruel (just an example).
But I think the energy from the plants and animals and the water feature is good for bringing the outside, in. A bit of Feng Shui. And I like just sitting and looking at it. Very therapeutic!
"Newt" was much calmer and hung around the log, occasionally hunting food. I had brought home crickets, blood worms, tubafix worms, fish food, and pellets. I brought in rolly polly's, snails, centipedes, and even found a yellow-spotted salamander!
"Newt" occasionally ate small mites that climbed around on the stump but ever so slowly, she began to get thinner.
I went to the pet store for help and the above list of foods were tried. Nothing worked. I suggested I bring them back but the lady admitted they had the same problem and that they eventually died.
I debated on taking the to the vernal pools at Ruffner but knew they weren't local species. So I just watched as poor "Newt" waster away. I even tried force feeding her but that failed too and "Newt" died.
"Newt" now sits on her log desiccating gracefully. And I have a void to fill...
I finally get down to getting either a turtle, lizard, or gecko. When I got to the store, they had a choice of a cute baby corn snake or various geckos. Since I really didn't want to get back into raising mice or feeding them or their pinkies to my snake, I opted for a cute speckled Leopard Gecko that eats crickets!
It seems happy enough and was already searching for food when last I checked. Let's hope for the best while I start thinking of names...
This brings up the subject of captive animals. I am against it if the habitat isn't good enough. If the animal is not happy, it's better off dead.
So I have to keep that in mind. I think fish and reptiles are better off in a habitat and happier. They are safe and better fed. The have less fear (in whatever way they feel that). But I do think about it. That's why I don't get birds since keeping them from flying really is cruel (just an example).
But I think the energy from the plants and animals and the water feature is good for bringing the outside, in. A bit of Feng Shui. And I like just sitting and looking at it. Very therapeutic!
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