I got that crested gecko from work that I'm in love with.
So he's at home and I'm looking at him and it seems odd to have him. I can't remember what it feels like to have a new pet so I can't tell if I've made a mistake, taking him.
So I get home from getting fiance from work and I'm getting the gecko to show him. I'm supposed to wait at least forty-eight hours. I've handled him very frequently over the past six months without issue. He's calmed down significantly over the time I've known him. He's never skittish. Well, until I brought him home. I should have picked up right away that I needed to let him be because he was trying to get away. I assumed it was simply his reaction to having a lot of space--when I wrangled him a couple of hours ago to show him where the food was, he ran but I got him without issue--and just barged on in like a moron.
So now I have a tail-less crested gecko. It's weird, I was thinking about such a thing on the way home from getting my fiance. He had a lovely tail. I should have known better. He and I had an excellent history, but he was obviously trying to avoid me. I should have understood his stress signals. I feel so awful. I know he's medically fine, I'll just need to keep an eye on his weight gain. I know this is a common issue among the species. But I'm so disappointed in myself for allowing my eagerness to overwhelm my caution. I've altered this animal's physique with my ignorance and desires and I'm so ashamed.
He doesn't even have a formal name. Just a nickname. I've been calling him Little Beep. Li'l Beep for short.
This doesn't even feel real. I've read that statement so many times from other people, but I'd forgotten what they meant. I just want to wake up and have him be fine and have learned my lesson without inflicting this on another being.
Sorry for whining, but not sorry enough to stop. I've never made someone lose a part of their body before. I'm so sorry.