Thank you for sharing Mr Wiggles ❤️ he was such a wonderful little guy
He was a fun little guy to have. I wasn't surprised by his passing and was pretty amazed he lived as long as he did, but it still sucks.
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Thank you for sharing Mr Wiggles ❤️ he was such a wonderful little guy
He was a fun little guy to have. I wasn't surprised by his passing and was pretty amazed he lived as long as he did, but it still sucks.
Wiggles passed about a month ago.
He'd been having trouble shedding for a few months, even with upped humidity, supplements (topical and vitamin) provided by his vet, and manual help and it was clear by his behavior and appetite that his body was slowing down. He was having trouble moving around, which told us he probably had developed some pretty bad arthritis in his legs and possibly spine, all of which were crooked and bent due to MBD, though his spine did eventually straighten out. His vet checked him for infections, we did poop and blood cultures to check for those and for parasites (all came back clear), we did an some imaging to make sure he wasn't impacted with anything (he wasn't), and he just was slowing down. Given how poor his health was when I got him, he wasn't expected to live even 5 more years let alone the nearly 10 he got, and his vet fully expected him to not make it anywhere close to the average lifespan for a Leopard Gecko regardless of care because his body had been so badly, badly damaged by his first owners nearly starving him to death over the course of a couple of years. When he didn't come out for a feeding, I gave it another couple of days because sometimes he's in shed or just not hungry and stays in the burrows he'd dug. After two days and no signs of him, I went digging and found he'd passed, likely asleep as he was curled up, in one of his burrows. I've left him there in the burrow under the log because I fully intend to keep his skull once it's been cleaned by time and the other critters in his bioactive enclosure. His enclosure is now a garden for sweet basil, Thai basil, rosemary, and green onions; once his skull is clean, the big cork bark will be removed so I can put more plants in there.
Sunning under the false sun bulb!
As you can see, I can get around just fine.
I even climbed all the way up here myself.
You got worms??
Every time I see this quote I realize how poor even very smart people are at looking at the long game and at assessing these things in context.
One of my favourite illustrations of this was in a First Aid class. The instructor was a working paramedic. He asked, “Who here knows the stats on CPR? What percentage of people are saved by CPR outside a hospital?”
I happen to know but I’m trying not to be a TOTAL know it all in this class so I wait. And people guess 50% and he says, “Lower,” and 20% and so forth and eventually I sort of half put up my hand and I guess I had The Face because he eventually looked at me and said, “You know, don’t you.”
“My mom’s a doc,” I said. He gave me a “so say it” gesture and I said, “Four to ten percent depending on your sources.”
Everyone else looked surprised and horrified.
And the paramedic said, “We’re gonna talk a bit about some details of those figures* but first I want to talk about just this: when do you do CPR?”
The class dutifully replies: when someone is unconscious, not breathing, and has no pulse.
“What do we call someone who is unconscious, not breathing, and has no pulse?”
The class tries to figure out what the trick question is so I jump over the long pause and say, “A corpse.”
“Right,” says the paramedic. “Someone who isn’t breathing and has no heartbeat is dead. So what I’m telling you is that with this technique you have a 4-10% chance of raising the dead.”
So no, artists did not stop the Vietnam War from happening with the sheer Power of Art. The forces driving that military intervention were huge, had generations of momentum and are actually pretty damn complicated.
But if you think the mass rejection of the war was as meaningless as a soufflé - well.
Try sitting here for ten seconds and imagining where we’d be if the entire intellectual and artistic drive of the culture had been FOR the war. If everyone thought it was a GREAT IDEA.
What the whole world would look like.
Four-to-ten percent means that ninety to ninety-six percent of the time - more than nine times out of ten - CPR will do nothing, but that one time you’ll be in the company of someone worshipped as an incarnate god.
If you think the artists and performers attacking and showing up people like Donald Trump is meaningless try imagining a version of the world wherein they weren’t there.
(*if you’re curious: those stats count EVERY reported case of CPR, while the effectiveness of it is extremely time-related. With those who have had continuous CPR from the SECOND they went down, the number is actually above 80%. It drops hugely every 30 seconds from then on. When you count ALL cases you count cases where the person has already been down several minutes but a bystander still starts CPR, which affects the stats)
That Vonnegut quote brings this particular moment to mind:
Yes, it’s just a pie. Yes, the pie itself doesn’t do much direct damage in the grand scheme of things. But the pie is resistance, and resistance inspires resistance. Resistance inspires survival. Throwing pies sometimes starts a movement. Throwing pies sometimes saves lives.
And of course, we haven’t spoken about the inherent morality of throwing pies at oppressors in a world where oppressors have outlawed pie throwing. At the very least, pie throwing is a reminder to the oppressors that no matter how much money they have, no matter how much power they have, there are still some people, some moments they can’t control.
I’d rather go out throwing pies than just rolling over and accepting that pie throwing isn’t going to solve anything. Yeah, the pie throwing doesn’t immediately solve the problem, but it doesn’t have to because it’s just a starting point. So throw the damn pie.
So throw the damn pie
Basking!
If you were curious...
I'm still alive!
My keeper got two kittens in 2021 and while he was at work one of them managed to knock over my entire enclosure, despite it being tied down to a heavy metal stand and the stand being attached to the wall!
Soot was very determined to get me, I guess, and he ripped the mounts out of the wall and toppled the whole thing! Because my original enclosure was glass that...did not end well.
When my keeper came home, he saw the mess and my entire tail on the floor and assumed I was probably eaten--but as soon as I heard him say, "What did you do?!" to the cats (like he couldn't see what they'd done!) I started screaming!
He found me, got me safe and in a different, former snake enclosure, and got me to the vet. They gave me an antibiotic ointment for my tail stump and it eventually grew back. It's not as pretty as my original tail, but it's still nice and fat and it doesn't bother me at all.
I was fine in that enclosure until this weekend when my keeper said something about always being worried he'd forget me out in that room because I'm the last reptile left so he set up an old enclosure and moved me into the main area of the house.
I already like it better than the old place, and started digging instead of just using hides and wrapping myself up in the towel floor of the old enclosure. I also found a bunch of earthworms, springtails, and isopods.
If the cats won't leave me alone at the back of the enclosure my keeper plans to tape black paper over part of it so they can't sit and stare but, so far, they aren't very interested. My vet still recommends I be kept under a UVB light because of how bad my MBD was as a juvenile, and I got a new mercury vapor lamp this time! I can even climb up to bask under it if I want.
The other fixture is a ceramic heat emitter (because my keeper keeps the house at 62F during the winter.) and, of course, there's an under tank heater that's still not quite as warm as the thermostat is set, but it's getting there. The two skulls are to keep the same cat that tried to eat me a few years ago from sitting on the top screen and breaking it.
I'm still alive!
My keeper finally got done with his divorce and moved us all into a new house of his own!
Things have been very busy with work, getting settled, my keeper getting back into hobbies, and two kittens, but he still has more than enough time for me (and everyone else), just not as much time for things online!
Anyway, I still look great and am still doing great!
I am not, however, pleased that he only wanted to take pictures and didn't have hornworms for me.
I have overcome my fear of hornworms and they’re now my favorite food!
Don’t think I can’t see you getting the toe soak ready...
I like the big female dubias best, they’re crunchy and gooey. My keeper thought the adults might be too big for me as I’m smaller than average due to all of my previous health issues (you can read about them on my about page), but I was able to chew it up enough and swallow it.
Bet he still keeps saving those for the tarantulas though.
I stayed out a little bit to pose after getting my roach dinner.
Not only was it cage cleaning day, which I hate, because he moves all the dirt and things after I got them just the way I wanted them, I had to soak because one of my feet didn’t shed well and I couldn’t get the toe skin off.
I’ve started trying to soak my own feet though, I did that with my last shed. I saw that big, horrible, black stock pot come into the room and went and stuck my front feet in my water dish then was able to scrape the stuck toe shed off myself.
He caught me this time though, because it was cage cleaning day. :(
I’m fresh out of the soak in these pictures so, if you think I look a little wet, you’re right.
I CAN SOAK THEM MYSELF!
(Note: Wiggles has pretty chronic toe shedding problems; it is not an environmental/husbandry issue. He is a rescue that had severe MBD. This toes are incredibly crooked and he usually has stuck shed on the tips that I remove after soaking him in warm water for a few minutes.
He hates being soaked and he knows if his toes look like that that he’s going into the pot of water, so he’s started trying to just soak his feet in his water dish and tries to get the shed off himself that way. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t and if he’s got any shed still stuck tomorrow, into the pot!
Also, I love how his eye looks in that first picture.)
UGH!
I’ve successfully avoided being photographed outside of tank maintenance days for months and, even though I woke up when the flash tried to focus on me, he still got one not blurry shot of me before I made it under a piece of cork bark.
Nope!
Get. That. Light. Out. Of. My. Face.
Can you not see I’m busy feeling my calcium powder?