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Jan. 24th, 2008 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mad_andy*yawn*
*Stretch*
So. Working one job is very odd, but working out well. I'm having a blast at the shop, for all that some customers are a bit...well...yeah.
Why ask advice when you have every intention of doing whatever you damn well please anyway?
*Shakes self*
Well, that one still haunts me from veterinary work, so let's not go there.
So working for a gay guy has distinct advantages; a lot less macho bullshit, and a considerable amount of leching when a pretty boy wanders through. Although the pair of us do have fairly different ideas of 'fit', there are some that the pair of us have absolutely no problem agreeing on. Such as today, when Chris hissed at me to 'go get Snappy out of his viv to show D__'s fit mate!!!'
Good idea, and I had the caiman out of his house and was casually handling him with calm professionalism before I actually remembered that I'd never done it on my own before.
Snappy knew, but he wasn't telling anyone.
Ah, the things we do in the name of lust, ne?
Anyway. Chris finally got his way, broke down my resistance, and I now own an Argentinian Horned frog (Ceratophrys cranwelli) called Pig. He's gorgeous, and I've wanted one ever since I read about Gerald Durrell getting bitten by a wild one in Argentina. He said it was like getting his thumb slammed in a car door. I've wanted to own one of these huge eating machine amphibians ever since...
I have, however, held off since the first day I worked at the shop (we almost always have one or two juveniles for sale); but when the boss returned from a stock-buying foray with one albino and one normal Cranwell's, two fantasy frogs (a hybrid horned, pretty colours) and a snot frog I couldn't help myself. Honest, guv.
Slay has become intrigued by the newcomer. See, Pig's tank sits on top of the stinkpot tank in the bathroom (to use the heat from the basking light during the day), and Slay watched our newest pet during several long stints of... quality time... spent therein.
"Do Argentinian horned frogs do anything?" he asked one night, after having apparently abandoned reading the New Scientist in favour of trying to outstare Pig.
"Eat," I replied.
He thought about this.
"Do they do anything else?"
"Nope."
Well, they grow. Big. Not big as in Burmese python big, but an adult female can weigh up to 2 kilos. That's a lot of frog.
Anyway, he's eating like, well, a pig, and so far is doing well. I shall at some point attempt to get pictures.
But wait! I hear you cry, dear reader. What was this other marvellous beast you spoke of, this 'snot frog'?! WTF? Whut? Are you serious?
Absolutely I am. It's actually called a Budgett's Frog (Lepidobatrachus laevis), but we call him Bogey the Snot Frog. Chris wants to make him a shop pet, and was surprised when I agreed; he is the most revolting looking animal I've ever come across, and I think he's amazing. Of course, we say 'he'; it's very hard to tell with frogs. Unless you dissect them. Which kind of limits their pet value afterwards.
But it's 'snot frog' because they're oval, kind of greenish, and when you shake the tub they wobble. And have peculiar, slimy looking eyes. And legs too short for their bodies. weird looking things. So for your edification and delight, here is Bogey:
Also, they have a vile temperament, and they bite. Bearing in mind that the mouth extends half way around that body, their jaws are bony and they have two cutting ridges on the lower jaw that can crush snails, said bite is not to be taken lightly. Bogey hasn't had a go at me yet, but give him time...
(I would like to note here that I got mildly depressed when searching YouTube for anything to do with Snot Frogs that I found several videos of people feeding them live mice. Guys, WTF? This is an animal that will eat anything waved in front of it with tongs. Anything. At all. Whether it's edible or not. Sick fuckers. Just because you can doesn't mean you should.)
So here is Oli, my baby Burm, enjoying his lunch:
In case anyone accuses me of anything and incurs my wrath, all my lot are fed defrost frozen, 'K? To do anything else here in the UK is illegal unless it will cause more suffering not to do it, for instance in the case of a wild caught animal that won't eat otherwise. Enough of that debate, anyway.
I would have tried to get pics of Oli actually eating his lunch, but if you don't shut the tub quick he looks up and goes 'hey! Bigger prey!" - and makes a beeline to try and eat me.
I shut the tub on him, it's easier.
Webster and Jack Sparrow, jus' chillin'.
Cuvier's Dwarf Caiman, AKA Mr Snappy:
(Being held by the boss.)
Cuvier's Dwarf Caiman, AKA Mr Snappy, being held by me:
Cool, huh?
Oh, and from a couple of days ago...
Chap brought his Bosc monitor in to have its nails clipped. I clipped the nails and gave the beastie a cuddle; like a lot of Boscs this one is dog tame, and would lounge around in your arms all day doing nothing if you let him!
I do love my job. ;)
In other news, I have tried drawing from a photograph and currently of the opinion that I am a shitty artist with all the talent and inspiration of a Snot Frog with cerebral palsy. *Sigh* I'll get over it. I just need to practice more, I guess...!
*Stretch*
So. Working one job is very odd, but working out well. I'm having a blast at the shop, for all that some customers are a bit...well...yeah.
Why ask advice when you have every intention of doing whatever you damn well please anyway?
*Shakes self*
Well, that one still haunts me from veterinary work, so let's not go there.
So working for a gay guy has distinct advantages; a lot less macho bullshit, and a considerable amount of leching when a pretty boy wanders through. Although the pair of us do have fairly different ideas of 'fit', there are some that the pair of us have absolutely no problem agreeing on. Such as today, when Chris hissed at me to 'go get Snappy out of his viv to show D__'s fit mate!!!'
Good idea, and I had the caiman out of his house and was casually handling him with calm professionalism before I actually remembered that I'd never done it on my own before.
Snappy knew, but he wasn't telling anyone.
Ah, the things we do in the name of lust, ne?
Anyway. Chris finally got his way, broke down my resistance, and I now own an Argentinian Horned frog (Ceratophrys cranwelli) called Pig. He's gorgeous, and I've wanted one ever since I read about Gerald Durrell getting bitten by a wild one in Argentina. He said it was like getting his thumb slammed in a car door. I've wanted to own one of these huge eating machine amphibians ever since...
I have, however, held off since the first day I worked at the shop (we almost always have one or two juveniles for sale); but when the boss returned from a stock-buying foray with one albino and one normal Cranwell's, two fantasy frogs (a hybrid horned, pretty colours) and a snot frog I couldn't help myself. Honest, guv.
Slay has become intrigued by the newcomer. See, Pig's tank sits on top of the stinkpot tank in the bathroom (to use the heat from the basking light during the day), and Slay watched our newest pet during several long stints of... quality time... spent therein.
"Do Argentinian horned frogs do anything?" he asked one night, after having apparently abandoned reading the New Scientist in favour of trying to outstare Pig.
"Eat," I replied.
He thought about this.
"Do they do anything else?"
"Nope."
Well, they grow. Big. Not big as in Burmese python big, but an adult female can weigh up to 2 kilos. That's a lot of frog.
Anyway, he's eating like, well, a pig, and so far is doing well. I shall at some point attempt to get pictures.
But wait! I hear you cry, dear reader. What was this other marvellous beast you spoke of, this 'snot frog'?! WTF? Whut? Are you serious?
Absolutely I am. It's actually called a Budgett's Frog (Lepidobatrachus laevis), but we call him Bogey the Snot Frog. Chris wants to make him a shop pet, and was surprised when I agreed; he is the most revolting looking animal I've ever come across, and I think he's amazing. Of course, we say 'he'; it's very hard to tell with frogs. Unless you dissect them. Which kind of limits their pet value afterwards.
But it's 'snot frog' because they're oval, kind of greenish, and when you shake the tub they wobble. And have peculiar, slimy looking eyes. And legs too short for their bodies. weird looking things. So for your edification and delight, here is Bogey:
Also, they have a vile temperament, and they bite. Bearing in mind that the mouth extends half way around that body, their jaws are bony and they have two cutting ridges on the lower jaw that can crush snails, said bite is not to be taken lightly. Bogey hasn't had a go at me yet, but give him time...
(I would like to note here that I got mildly depressed when searching YouTube for anything to do with Snot Frogs that I found several videos of people feeding them live mice. Guys, WTF? This is an animal that will eat anything waved in front of it with tongs. Anything. At all. Whether it's edible or not. Sick fuckers. Just because you can doesn't mean you should.)
So here is Oli, my baby Burm, enjoying his lunch:
In case anyone accuses me of anything and incurs my wrath, all my lot are fed defrost frozen, 'K? To do anything else here in the UK is illegal unless it will cause more suffering not to do it, for instance in the case of a wild caught animal that won't eat otherwise. Enough of that debate, anyway.
I would have tried to get pics of Oli actually eating his lunch, but if you don't shut the tub quick he looks up and goes 'hey! Bigger prey!" - and makes a beeline to try and eat me.
I shut the tub on him, it's easier.
Webster and Jack Sparrow, jus' chillin'.
Cuvier's Dwarf Caiman, AKA Mr Snappy:
(Being held by the boss.)
Cuvier's Dwarf Caiman, AKA Mr Snappy, being held by me:
Cool, huh?
Oh, and from a couple of days ago...
Chap brought his Bosc monitor in to have its nails clipped. I clipped the nails and gave the beastie a cuddle; like a lot of Boscs this one is dog tame, and would lounge around in your arms all day doing nothing if you let him!
I do love my job. ;)
In other news, I have tried drawing from a photograph and currently of the opinion that I am a shitty artist with all the talent and inspiration of a Snot Frog with cerebral palsy. *Sigh* I'll get over it. I just need to practice more, I guess...!
