Saturday, September 23, 2006

Scarface - the gecko edition

The smallest and the largest are afraid of Mika's middle sized one named Catie....I trust none of you are laughing.

What this means is that we must take Catie out of their "loft condo" and put her in a pen so that we can feed the other two, who hide in the pretend caves. As I was lifting the cave the other day to feed inky and dinky damned if I didn't let out a blood curdling scream. Inky was covered in some sort of horrible bluish mould (I don't care if I work for CMHC, mould has a U in it).
What the heck had we done? What had gone wrong? here her former owner had taken care of her for 3 years and we had managed to almost kill her in less than 2 weeks.

I felt awful for about 24 hours until Connor remembered that the beggars shed their skin. That was it! she wasn't covered in mould and she wasn't dying from a terrible disease, she was just doing what comes naturally to weird creatures from Africa. I was relieved but slightly weirded out.

The weirded out part did not stop though. First Connor shouted gleefully that her skin had cracked over her head which gave her an odd look out of some horror film. A few days later all of the skin had been shed except the stuff on her head- now the poor thing is stuck with old dried skin on her eyes - which she tries to take off by sticking out her long lizardy tongue. And of course it is now harder for her to catch the wriggling mealworms that we have to hold out for her.

All I can say is Yuck!

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