The Great Reptilian LavaMar 26, 2012
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| Before I ever got the chance to, my Dad urged me to look after fishes first. My cousin Miguel and I rejoiced arranging an aquarium for the fishes. Dad bought gold fishes from the pet store. We'd four of it. Miguel and I named them Gigi, Olive, Lance, and Dash - to bring their initials together and spell GOLD. We fed them everyday. Sadly, on the fourth day, we discovered Olive lying on the aquarium sand. As naÔve children, Miguel and I didn't know what caused its death. The next day, Dash was outside the aquarium, lying dead as well! My heart broke. Was it my absence of petting skills? Did a cat get Dash but got caught by our maid and left it there? Did Dash jump off and wanted look around the world? Miguel just said, "Let it be". Those three words used to be the saddest thing I have to do. A couple of weeks later, Gigi and Lance died too. Is their life-span just that really short? Even until now, I never were aware. Like Miguel said, I ought to just let it be. Reptile City It then dawned to me how Miguel kept telling me exactly that when our goldfishes died. I recalled the scene and got nostalgic. It was actually fun when we tried to take care of the goldfishes. Miguel was a really fun cousin to be with. Sad how he grew up first and resorted to the procedure of a teen, and leave our childhood to myself. Well, that's how it got to be, to let it be. I may annoy Jafe with how she'd have to live with it, too. I can really hear Miguel and her telling me: Let it be. | Today, I woke up so early. My classmates and I had to attend to a Mangrove Tree Planting activity. We had to meet at 06:00 AM to be in a position to go to the venue together. I felt excited as it was going to be my first time. Mark, the organizer, advised us to wear shorts as opposed to jeans, and slippers in place of shoes. So I wore a loose shirt so I am able to move freely during the activity, white shorts, and slippers. I was finally going to have an opportunity to show how I look after the environment, regardless of how little the deed. Mark said the activity is likely to be done quick: we will just have to go to the area all at once, plant ten seedlings, and then we're done. It was simple to hear, but when we got there, it was not what I expected it to be like. So there, I always checked the snake flabbergasted. I didn't get scared because it was caged, in any case. But one night when we were about to fall asleep, Mr. Rory called my Dad. He told us his pet snake is not at his cage. He and his staff have remaining looking for it, and didn't find it. Dad was alarmed because a snake is hazardous, and looking for it at night is tough. What if they search for it at the constricted and dark places, and get caught off-guard by the snake? It would have cost a life, I bet. Mommy then grabbed my arm and closed the door at the stairs so I would be clear of the kitchen area. I tried my best not to cry. My screaming made me glad with the adrenaline rush. I may have been bit at my stomach by the snake but I got saved! I told my friends the story. All the same, I never went to see Mr. Rory's workplace again. I didn't want to see that snake for the rest of my life. For just a second, it could bite anyone and kill. It was from then on that I hated snakes, feared snakes. Wikipedia | About six years later, Jam and Van's family transferred to Manila, Philippines. I happened to get the chance to visit their new house. Everyone of us were watching television, when suddenly, Jam had a amazed think about her face and pointed her finger to me. I said, "What?". I turned to see. How it scared Jam when I smiled after seeing a lizard! Like back when we were kids, Van and her screamed and immediately left the couch. "Loooolit!", Jam called. She always calls Lolit to have the lizard learned and God knows where else it goes next. Let it not be smashed into pieces, or sliced with a knife. I certainly hope not. I named it G. I love it how G doesn't need high maintenance. I couldn't even maintain myself well, what more when I need to take care of G. It is so cute how G has an attractive color: yellow with an exotic touch. I love it! When I chat to G, it chirps back. That's what I love about it other than other lizards. I've considered unleashing G so it could walk around the whole house, wild and free. In any case, it has to eat insects. There are so many insects lingering around the house. G's appetite needs cockroaches, flies, crickets, even spiders. A great deal of it would sure satisfy G, and I wouldn't have to search for the food unaccompanied like I always do. I wouldn't want to have to carry it anywhere near food where there are fruit flies. I guess I'll just have to find a method to keep catching its food than let it go by itself around the house. But I wouldn't like it to disappear and leave me. Of course I'd love to see the cost of my money, and hear the chirp of my beloved pet. I think I can't afford supplements, too. Besides, there's no exchange for the 'real thing'. When G becomes adult size, I want to feed it a one-day mouse, which the saleslady said would be good. I don't know how I'll be in a position to find that, though. It would also be tremendous and disgusting work to manage mice to feed to G! The saleslady said G's tail might be cut off if I don't take good care holding it. It can still grow back, though. Still, I wouldn't want that to occur. I remember the first occasion I was about to hold G, it hissed. I took it as a signal of nervousness. So I just stayed put my hand near it and waited until I think it has got to the country a level of comfort. I put it out more forwardly and as if there's a connection between us, G crawled to my hand! |
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