One day after we welcomed baby leopard gecko “Pip” into the world, along came his/her sibling & identical twin – “Skip”! Born 3/8/13. My son & I had the pleasure of watching him burst into the world. It’s amazing how a 2 1/2″ baby lizard can manage to fit in an egg about the size of a nickle. Nature is a mysterious & wondrous thing!
Skip was not too thrilled to have the flash going off as “he” was busy breaking out of his egg. He’s got a slight glare in his eye…It’s recommended to leave them alone as much as possible because they stress out very easily, so I didn’t try to get any more pictures once he broke out of his shell – which only took a matter of minutes.
My son exclaimed “We have TWINS!”. They look identical and from their markings, will take after Daddy Sam, who is a “regular” fat-tailed leopard gecko. Mom Leslie is an albino leopard gecko so we didn’t know what the babies might turn out to be.
They are both 10/11 days old now & cohabiting happily with each other.
More pics of both Pip & Skip to follow!
After months & months (and months) & many clutches of Gecko eggs – WE FINALLY HAVE A BABY LEOPARD GECKO hatchling! My son has been so patient (me too!). Quite frankly, I’d decided it was never gonna happen. But I didn’t let my son know that – and I didn’t quit trying anyway. I’m so glad it finally happened – mainly for my son, but also for myself. Everything I’d read about hatching gecko eggs made it sound like it was a cinch. No problem. Yeah, right. Right humidity, right substrate, right incubator – you get the picture. It’s pure fucking luck & the whim of Mother Nature. Period.
Introducing….”PIP”! Born 3/7/2013, weight approx. 2g, length approx. 3″. And looks nothing like Mom or Dad- they have spots, he/she has stripes – who knew? My son the herpetologist /slash/ genetic scientist-engineer can figure that one out. Ha!
Welcome to the world Pip!
I’m sure if you’ve read my last 2 posts you’re wondering just how we manage to keep Lilly from getting into Sam & Leslie’s cage. Well…let’s just say we’ve already had to replace one screen for the top already. At least the new one is made of a much heavier duty mesh. She initially seemed more interested in the crickets than the geckos – she comes into my son’s room when I feed them & they’re all jumping around, which of course fascinates her immensely. Maggie & Lilly follow me around the house wherever I go ’cause ya know, they might miss out on something really exciting – ya right…
It’s only been recently that Lilly discovered that there was something more in the tank…And she is an indoor/outdoor cat who LOVES to hunt and bring me “presents” – after she’s done playing with them, of course. When the weather is warm, I’ll leave one of the kitchen windows that opens onto our deck open so she can come & go. The problem with that is if I’m not paying attention, she brings her catches in with her. She’s gotten in the house with several mice (already dead thankfully) & a couple of birds 😦 At least I noticed one of them in time & she dropped it – dazed & unhurt, on the table. At which point, when I tried to pick it up to take it outside, it flew to another window & perched on top of the curtain. I’m trying not to flip out at this point & keep Lilly out of the kitchen until I can safely get the poor thing outside. Luckily, I managed to catch it from the curtain & get it out the back door to release it – thankfully. It flew immediately into one of our maple trees and seemed no worse for wear. I felt so guilty because I put out feeders for the birds, but honestly thought they were too high for her to reach. She’d never caught a bird before (to my knowledge) and this one was a goldfinch – damn it!
But wait…a week later, I’m in the living room absorbed in something else and hear her rolling around on the other side of the room making playful noises. At first, I’m thinking she’s just playing with one of her toys…Then the light bulb came on & I ran over to see what she was playing with. It was a dead goldfinch…:( I was too late this time. Hopefully, it wasn’t the same one she brought in the week before – you’d think if it was, it would’ve made the poor thing a little more cautious. I’ll never know…But again, I felt so guilty.
I grew up with cats and therefore, have virtually never lived without (at least) one. I know they are predators, carnivores & sometimes…slightly *sadistic*. I’m well aware that it’s in their nature to hunt – whether that hunting is a fuzzy catnip filled toy or a live animal. They are only doing what comes naturally to them and you can’t get mad at them for being a cat. But I *hate* it when they manage to kill a bird – which is pretty fucking hard to do. I’ve had several cats in my lifetime that have managed to do just that – Lilly being one of those, obviously.
One of my previous fur babies (Pywackette – who I will never forget & miss for the rest of my life) left me half a squirrel on my front door step one day. That was her particular signature kill – she would eat part of the mouse, or whatever she caught – but only half – the back half…BLEH…and leave the rest for me to *~admire~*. At the time, I was living in OKC in a house with a lot of trees & an open air atrium which would get over run with field mice in the fall, so I was glad she was doing what cats do best – and learned to suck it up when I had to deal with the leftovers. Finding the half eaten carcases when I got home every day wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but hey – nothing comes for free, right??? Right…
Back to the point of this post – if there ever really was one, other than to tell cat ~tails~;) – all I can do is try to keep my son’s door shut most of the time and occasionally holler for her if I don’t see her sleeping by my desk or in one of the chairs downstairs. And pray to all the Gods of the Universe that the heavy duty mesh cover does what it is intended to do – keep the crickets inside the tank & Lilly out!
And because I love George Carlin – he was BRILLIANT, enjoy this:
This past Summer, we drove down to Oklahoma to visit family (and Texas for our family reunion – which, BTW was in it’s 3rd consecutive month of triple digit weather). While we were staying at my Sis & BIL’s Lakehouse in Okema, OK (and I DO mean LAKE HOUSE – 3 BR, 2 Baths, floor to ceiling window view of the lake, all pine wood floors/walls/ceilings, enormous 4 tier deck, 2 boats, etc, etc…) my son caught a lizard that’s indigenous to Eastern Oklahoma. He researched the lizard and discovered it was called a 5-lined skink. It was really kind of pretty – for a lizard – kind of a bright blueish purple colored body with bright yellow lines running from it’s head to the tip of it’s tail and about 3 inches long.
My son, always interested in animals, insects, reptiles and amphibians of all sorts, wanted to bring it back with us as a pet – which I love (OK, not so much the bugs, but…). Soooo, we had an extra passenger on our trip back a few days later. “Leslie” (my son gave it a unisex name since he had read that you can’t tell the sex until it’s matured…in a year or 2…) traveled 1,200+ miles back to Buffalo, NY in a large coffee can with grass, leaves & what small bugs my son could find to feed it with – AND SURVIVED (thankfully)! I did feel guilty taking him/her out of their environment but given the alternative of being snake food (that’s a WHOLE nother post), I consoled myself that we were giving him/her a better home and consented.
More lizard posts to follow…