I'm coming to realize that I enjoy obsessing over something for a while- researching it ad nauseam, buying lots of stuff to fulfill my current need, and then I move onto the next thing. This used to bother me a lot - I thought I was flighty and never satisfied. OKAY. There may be a hint of truth to that- but. I really enjoy focusing on something for a time - I love the researching and learning and fact-finding.
Currently my fascination is lizards! I grew up with the idea that people who owned lizards were 18 year old burn-out Pink Floyd-loving high school dropout boys. Although this description accurately describes me, I didn't really come into accepting it until recently.
I recently joined a message board for herp-owners. OH my freaking god. You don't know what "herp" is? It's short for herpetology, you fool.
I went from allowing my anoles to suffer in a regular 20 gallon tank, (what was I even thinking?!) to pimping out their little world with live plants, an expensive (sorry, Christian) UVB-emitting lightbulb, thermometer, moisture meter, and exclusively gut-fed crickets.
The green anoles that were brown for so long immediately turned green and started communicating with me. At first I just got a little wave, but soon they began to expound on the ins and outs of their infinitely fascinating lives. Who knew they were die-hard Kierkegaard fans? Elephant, over a cup of green tea one day, exclaimed in utter disgust,
- How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?
Anyhoo, I love their little bad-ass lizard selves. Dangerous hobby, lizarding. I'm already on to researching Bearded Dragons and Chinese Water Dragons. I want to convert our newly-found china cabinet into a huge, perfectly balanced lizard habitat. Sigh.
2 comments:
I see by your child's feet that she herself is part herp. Lucky girl.
Funny how the unusual pet thing gets you when you least expect it. We now have a crow to compliment the two Retrievers. It's still up in the air as to how much of a 'pet' he'll remain, but he's certainly no dog or cat.
The cool thing about feet gloves is you never need to remember which is left and right.
How did the banking issue get resolved?
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