I apologize for not being about. I’ve fallen to the incapacitating mental state and have been feeling immensely sick. I’ve been plucking around on my mobile when I feel I can but haven’t been up to do more than tend to animals. I am not a fan of living on my mattress but I have energy or will for little else.
Daiky sketch folks, there is a journal on my weasyl of interest to you, username is Skink would link but on mobile
This seems likely to continue so long as my anxiety stays so high and that isn’t an estimate-possible kind of thing. Could be tomorrow could be a million years
We lost the rescue boa. That morning he seemed normal, but come evening, he passed an immensely bloody stool and was very weak. We had to rush to a 24 hr vet 2 hours off since our usual was closed. When we arrived, he was not very responsive, and it was suggested he likely had a perforation somewhere along his intestines, but whatever it was, he was bleeding out internally. They did not have an option of treatment for me, and it was clear that he was on his way out. We had him euthanized to save him from lingering hours or days in suffering.
The vet didn’t have many satisfactory answers for me, but we both seemed to be in agreeance that it was damage from his previous chronic neglect. Their best guess without looking in to it was ulcerations. I’m really, really upset. I want more solid answers, as the boa HAD been recovering even if it was slow, but I don’t have the body for an autopsy with another vet and it wasn’t offered to me there. Honestly after making the decision to put him down it was a blur of tears, they just took him to the back and someone else saw us to the front desk, and I was soon spending the trip home snot ragging all over my hoodie.
I made them comfortable and cared for and pampered them for their final months. It is hard not to feel like I failed them still, or like there should have been something else I could have done last night, but I know that I did everything I could. Sometimes I don’t want to keep reptiles, because I know there will come a day where every one of them will die. Old and happy, but I will still have to face the lifeless body of Pinkie some day, or call for Mary only to find she does not come, and times like this remind me of it. I am tender to loss and wish myself the ability to grant immortality sometimes. That got away from me a little. I’m sorry, I’m just upset.
Rest in peace, Angel. I never gave you a proper new name. I’m sorry you have to live up to your old one so soon. I am glad you can rest now, rather than suffer further.
yep I can’t stay sitting up it makes me queasy I’m gonna go chill in bed
That post is still going around (over 2K notes wh) so now it’s got more gross people and I am in cramp hell can I please just not even do today
What are those fuzzy fly-things called?
They are called bee flies! The species pictured are exceptionally fuckin’ adorable bee mimics. I think it might be Anastoechus barbatus? Reptiles are more my thing than inverts, so don’t quote me on that.
They’re all pretty cute though, and mainly feast on pollen and nectar just like bees, plus they come in a lot of different shapes!
near 600 notes on that shitpost I did this morning about obnoxiously selective appreciation for other living things and only maybe a dozen are shitters, the rest is a sea of encouraging hoorahs for the love of non-kittens
Tig just mixed some loose leaf and brewed it to ice and it smells like fuckin’ strawberry rhubarb pie YOU ARE KILLING ME TIGRATH