Gone for a week and beardie carnage commences. Mom promises me that she’ll keep an eye on my beardies and she’s aware that they’re getting to the age and size of impending aggression, but apparently all she did was feed and water them all.
I come back from my extended leave and Pascal’s leg is an unrecognizable mess. At first I thought it was just dislocated cause he kept dragging it around, but now it’s just horrific.
So since the first of September was nearing, I decided I was going to use a chunk of my funds to take the little pale dude to the vet to get looked at to see if they vet could do anything, and my local petco informed me that the local vet office was the one they took their reptiles to.
But parental units kept on telling me ‘there’s nothing that can be done for him’ or ‘it will fall off on its own’ or ‘just give him a good soak’ and that ‘vets charged about 300 bucks for exotics’.
So, as the adult I’m supposed to be, I informed said parental units that I will be going to the vets to ASK if they look at reptiles. They tried to detour me that today was a holiday, but I went the day before and the sign said WE’RE OPEN TODAY. So I silently said fuck you and went anyway.
The vet lady said Yes they look at exotic animals and it wasn’t as expensive as I thought, I asked if they could do anything to his mangled leg and they said they coudl take a look and either salvage it or amputate it, but I’ll go with amputate.
so I set up an appointment for Pascal and will get around to Bastion’s unknown illness soon. But yay my lizard will hopefully be okay.
I guess I’ll have to take my lizards with me the next time I go house-sitting for someone.