Kilala
lemme go! I'm sleeping!
Well, a little background first:
For those of you who didn't see my other vent thread, I was attacked by a dog. The dog ripped a chunk of my arm so that it was kind of hanging. Yeah, been laid up for awhile. My doctor said to stay away from my herps until my arm healed a bit more, so that's what I've been doing. I've been staying with my wonderful big brother who graciously offered to take me in (I'd broken up with my boyfriend, so staying with him wasn't an option) and even hired a pet-sitter for me. Unfortunately, my big brother has a very soft heart...he can't say no to a teenager trying to make a buck for college. Instead of feeding my pets, this kid ate all the food in my house. I came home (after getting the o.k. from my doctor) to find my corns looking for food and my poor leopard gecko, Dexter, with a very skinny tail. I was furious.
So, after I fed my snakes (they'll be fine, I'm sure) I went to the pet shop to pick up some waxworms for Dexter, to help him put on some weight. I let the guy know what I wanted, and this lady overheard me. She goes "what a coincidence! that's what I'm getting for my iguana!"
I wanted to say something...soooo badly...but the pet shop guy scolded her for me. He looked really mad..he showed her what they were feeding theirs (actually, they are pretty reputable as far as iguanas go. this pet shop would make the green iguana society happy). I mean, yeah, it's a pet shop, so they aren't wonderful caregivers but I often run into the employees at herp shows. They don't just hire anyone. It's a herp shop, they don't have cats and dogs. They try to hire people with experience. It's pretty "mom and pop" but I still love the place.
But they are a pet shop...when she left she had a nile monitor plus like twenty bags of supplies.
Any thoughts?
For those of you who didn't see my other vent thread, I was attacked by a dog. The dog ripped a chunk of my arm so that it was kind of hanging. Yeah, been laid up for awhile. My doctor said to stay away from my herps until my arm healed a bit more, so that's what I've been doing. I've been staying with my wonderful big brother who graciously offered to take me in (I'd broken up with my boyfriend, so staying with him wasn't an option) and even hired a pet-sitter for me. Unfortunately, my big brother has a very soft heart...he can't say no to a teenager trying to make a buck for college. Instead of feeding my pets, this kid ate all the food in my house. I came home (after getting the o.k. from my doctor) to find my corns looking for food and my poor leopard gecko, Dexter, with a very skinny tail. I was furious.
So, after I fed my snakes (they'll be fine, I'm sure) I went to the pet shop to pick up some waxworms for Dexter, to help him put on some weight. I let the guy know what I wanted, and this lady overheard me. She goes "what a coincidence! that's what I'm getting for my iguana!"
I wanted to say something...soooo badly...but the pet shop guy scolded her for me. He looked really mad..he showed her what they were feeding theirs (actually, they are pretty reputable as far as iguanas go. this pet shop would make the green iguana society happy). I mean, yeah, it's a pet shop, so they aren't wonderful caregivers but I often run into the employees at herp shows. They don't just hire anyone. It's a herp shop, they don't have cats and dogs. They try to hire people with experience. It's pretty "mom and pop" but I still love the place.
But they are a pet shop...when she left she had a nile monitor plus like twenty bags of supplies.
Any thoughts?
