My friend is a better woman than I, or she is completely nuts. She and her family (including 2 boy children, the eldest of which is my son's best friend) are out of town this week, so my son and I are in charge of taking care of their reptile, amphibians, and crustacean.
The crustacean is a hermit crab and is absolutely no trouble at all. In fact, I am not sure it has moved since they left. I'm fairly sure he is alive, however, since my friend said that she has never actually seen it move either.
The amphibians are two Fire-belly toads. The work load increases a little bit with these fellas, but not too much since mercifully I was instructed that we don't need to change their water. That looks like a semi-yucky prospect. Plus, they are FAST, so not having to take them out and risk having them escape is just fine and dandy with me. All they really need is a small helping of crickets every day. Yes, I said crickets. These particular crickets are tiny. They live in their own little habitat that contains some black plastic tubes. The crickets like to crawl into the tubes, so all that you do to feed the toads is extract a tube from the cricket habitat and tap the end into the toads tank. Voila, dinner is served. I am NOT a bug person, but these guys are really tiny, so it is relatively easy to handle.
The reptile is a Bearded Dragon lizard. He is quite something in many ways. For one, he was nursed back to health by my friend. It is her story to tell, so I won't steal her glory, but suffice it to say, above and beyond is a monumental understatement. It causes me to feel a little pressure to make sure the thing survives and even thrives as we take care of him this week. Can you imagine if something happened on my watch after her heroics?! I would need therapy for sure. Anyway, he is not a small creature, maybe about a foot long with the tail and three inches wide. I find it hard to find him warm and fuzzy, let's face it I AM A GIRL when it comes to this stuff. He eats crickets too, but not the tiny kind. No sir these suckers are full grown chirpers and there were 100 of them in their habitat when we started this shindig. Pause while I shiver just thinking about it. O.K. I'm back. THERE IS NO WAY I could live with that many bugs in my house at a time. The Dragon gets crickets twice a day. My son has been helping with that. Thank God. He also poops. His poops are not small. They are large. Approx. the size of the fake dog poop piles you find in joke stores. There are baby wipes to pick it up with. Then we flush it down the toilet. Yesterday, I used 4 wipes. I almost tossed my cookies. Here is the really twisted part (at least for me), according to my friend, he is a fairly regular guy and usually does his business around noon every day. Not so, this week. They left Saturday and he has only pooped twice. I now find myself hoping for a bowel movement, so I know he is o.k. I know, like I said, totally twisted.
She does this every day willingly and lovingly. A better woman than I.
By the way, my darling "Lady by the Creek" you know I love you and I will again do this for you willingly the next time the need arises, that is assuming that both the Bearded Dragon and I survive this week. Say a prayer won't you?