I like the idea of having a tattoo that really shows off my identity and who I am as a person. The sort of tattoo that boldly proclaims my personality to every unwilling passersby who glances in my direction.
I'm gonna get it right smack dab in the middle of my forehead.
So I've never mentioned it on AA yet because I'm weird and superstitious and try to avoid jinxes, but over the past month I've been working toward becoming a volunteer at the Humane Society. Those who don't know me may not be aware just how in love with my local SPCA I am, but honestly, the endgame of me becoming a veterinarian has always been working in their veterinary team.
I'm practically always there anyway, so becoming a volunteer was really just the natural course of things, lol.
The one single potential negative to this, however, is...being surrounded by adoptable animals.
Shockingly, I'm usually pretty good at keeping my sticky little gremlin fingers contained. I know my limits.
That being said, there has been a terrarium in my living room for many, many months now, waiting for the arrival of a gecko. I didn't know when, or even if, I'd end up with a gecko. I just really wanted one, so I dressed up my spare tank just in case.
Of course, it wasn't suitable for Tandoori. Even if she hadn't had Enigma Syndrome, leopard geckos are terrestrial desert-dwellers, and my tank is arboreal, humid and leafy.
A couple have come and gone across my radar, none of them, for whatever reason, being the right gecko.
And then, of course, a gecko arrived at the Humane Society.
He was held in the back of the shelter for around a month and a half before he became adoptable; he had been seized from his former owner due to a report of neglect, and when rescued he was found housed in a barren, filthy tank without food or water. Even after the court proceedings that put him under the legal guardianship of the Humane Society, they had to work hard to bring him back to health. At one point he even had to be sent out into foster care, as the shelter environment didn't allow for the one-on-one attention he required to get back to a proper weight.
I knew, vaguely, that a gecko was about. But I wasn't an official volunteer yet and most staff heard, through the grapevine, that he was a leopard gecko.
Spoiler: he isn't.
Yesterday, he was officially made available for public adoption. And I put a hold on him on the spot.
Today, I brought my little Crested/Cahoua hybrid home.
Isn't he beautiful?
I'm gonna get it right smack dab in the middle of my forehead.
So I've never mentioned it on AA yet because I'm weird and superstitious and try to avoid jinxes, but over the past month I've been working toward becoming a volunteer at the Humane Society. Those who don't know me may not be aware just how in love with my local SPCA I am, but honestly, the endgame of me becoming a veterinarian has always been working in their veterinary team.
I'm practically always there anyway, so becoming a volunteer was really just the natural course of things, lol.
The one single potential negative to this, however, is...being surrounded by adoptable animals.
Shockingly, I'm usually pretty good at keeping my sticky little gremlin fingers contained. I know my limits.
That being said, there has been a terrarium in my living room for many, many months now, waiting for the arrival of a gecko. I didn't know when, or even if, I'd end up with a gecko. I just really wanted one, so I dressed up my spare tank just in case.
Of course, it wasn't suitable for Tandoori. Even if she hadn't had Enigma Syndrome, leopard geckos are terrestrial desert-dwellers, and my tank is arboreal, humid and leafy.
A couple have come and gone across my radar, none of them, for whatever reason, being the right gecko.
And then, of course, a gecko arrived at the Humane Society.
He was held in the back of the shelter for around a month and a half before he became adoptable; he had been seized from his former owner due to a report of neglect, and when rescued he was found housed in a barren, filthy tank without food or water. Even after the court proceedings that put him under the legal guardianship of the Humane Society, they had to work hard to bring him back to health. At one point he even had to be sent out into foster care, as the shelter environment didn't allow for the one-on-one attention he required to get back to a proper weight.
I knew, vaguely, that a gecko was about. But I wasn't an official volunteer yet and most staff heard, through the grapevine, that he was a leopard gecko.
Spoiler: he isn't.
Yesterday, he was officially made available for public adoption. And I put a hold on him on the spot.
Today, I brought my little Crested/Cahoua hybrid home.
Isn't he beautiful?