(Buddy, a little tuckered after the hunt)
Yep, you read that right! This post is the story of my guy Brian, my cat, Buddy, an unnamed baby gecko, and my scratched cornea ... and how they're all interconnected :)
Two days ago I was outside hanging some laundry on our clothesline (don't you just love the smell of clothes drying outside??!:), when I heard Brian saying, "Buddy! Buddy! No! No! Don't ...leave that alone!!".
Buddy then was running around my feet, somewhat frantically, or as frantically as a fat cat can run, Brian was shooing him away and then reaching down to pick up the littlest baby gecko that we've seen here; it was perhaps a centimeter long and a few millimeters wide, but there was something terribly wrong with it. If you know cats at all, you know that they don't like a quick kill, but rather, a slow, painful, playing before the actual kill. Brian managed to get the gecko away from Buddy, but not before the poor little thing had lost its tail and a good size piece of its back leg.
Remember now, I'm still hanging laundry; the clothesline at eye level, ready to go with pointy clothespins hanging there too. And, this is all happening at my feet. You can see where I'm going with this, right?
So, Brian picked up the little thing (the gecko, not fat Buddy), and set it on a small piece of wood beside me. He tried to encourage it to move, come on lil' guy, you can do it, and pushed it forward with his finger, but to no avail. The baby just kind of sat there, unmoving, but still very much alive. I finally found my voice and said, awww the poor guy. You need to put it out of its misery. Now let me just say, that I've never known Brian to put anything out of its' misery; he's the guy who stops on a freeway to help an injured bird, saves bugs from the swimming pool, has spoken of saving the baby bird we now have in a nest here because that mother doesn't seem to feed him enough, so when I said to put the baby gecko out of its misery, I never thought he'd actually do it!
Yep. As quickly as the words left my mouth, he just as quickly squished it on that piece of wood. It shocked me so much, and honestly grossed me out too (I can still see the lil' guys' guts), that I swiftly spun my head away from the mayhem and believe it or not, impaled my eyeball on one of the clothespins sticking on the line.
I kid you not, but regardless, I'm going to give you a second to stop laughing or wincing or both...
By the night before last, my eye was on fire and after a terrible night's sleep, Brian was kind enough to go to our local Pharmacy early in the morning and pick me up some antibiotic eye drops for a scratched cornea. This unfortunately is not my first scratched cornea rodeo by the way; dried contact lenses and a fun day of water skiing are not a match made in heaven, I can assure you! :)
The pharmacist said very little screen time and even less time in the sun without sunglasses and a hat, so yesterday, I did nothing but sit in the dark, do a little bit of steemit and sleep. Today everywhere I went I felt like I was about to rob the joint, being all incognito with my hat pulled down and darkest sunglasses on, but nonetheless, by tomorrow, things should be back to normal.
Whatever that is anymore :)
