I do stuff around the house. Some of this stuff is fun, some necessary, and some are just what I do because no one else will.
To that end, I have an understanding with all our critters; I am the spoiler and they get spoiled.
For example, yesterday I was massaging Frisky, our 13-year-old turtle. I do this about once a week to aid her well-being and develop my communication skills. Typically, we chat. Rather, I talk while she hisses and flails, though there are days she just rests and listens intently.
This was a hiss and flail type day. While rinsing her shell, the loose pieces flaked off in every direction, and Frisky became more frantic than usual, so we took a break. Her breathing sounded labored, kind of like Darth Vader. She really seemed upset. I remembered she had a spot on her belly that bothered her but she'd calmed down as I smoothed her shell.
Then, as I reached past her to fetch errant pieces of shell, that cantankerous creature stood up on her stubby hind legs and BIT ME on the abdomen. MY belly! Through a towel and two shirts, no less, and the bite broke the skin! It still smarts.
What smarts more? I haven't a clue why she felt the need to do it, nor will she ever apologize for it, and she will still expect to be spoiled. Yes, THAT kind of understanding, like a typical teenager.
She can't explain, I can't reason with her, and it's easy to forgive her. Funny the lessons we learn from our non-human family.
Coming to you from my Freaking Utopia!
Have you got any funny critter stories to share? I'd love to hear them!
