If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome,
including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have
you laughing out LOUD!
Here's what happened. Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell
me there was 'something wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds
prisoner in his room.
'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious, Dad. Can
you help? I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed
him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his
back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.
'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!'
'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having babies.'
'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!' I was
equally outraged.
'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,'
I said accusingly to my wife..
'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired
(I think she actually said this sarcastically!).
'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her,(in my most
loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth)
'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.
'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,' she
informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I
shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. 'Kids, this is going to be a
wondrous experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of
birth.'
'Oh, gross!' they shrieked.
'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny
little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know. We peered at the patient.
After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear
briefly, vanishing a scant second later. 'We don't appear to be making much
progress,' I noted.
'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.
'Do something, Dad!' my son urged.
'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next
appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more
times with the same results. 'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter waned
to know. 'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern
here with the females in my house?)
'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my
son holding the cage in his lap. 'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged. 'I
don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him. (Women can
be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing,
but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake).
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little
animal through a magnifying glass. 'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I
suggested scientifically. 'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. and
Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?' I gulped, nodding
for my son to step outside. 'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.
'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labor. In fact,
that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a
young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male
species, they um . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his
back.' He blushed, glancing at my wife.
We were silent, absorbing this. 'So, Ernie's just . .just . . . excited,'
my wife offered. 'Exactly,' the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle.
And then even laugh loudly. 'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not
believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my
flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just . .
that . . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . its . . . teeny little . .
.' She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. 'That's
enough,' I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and
our son back into the car He was glad everything was going to be okay.
'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,' he told me. 'Oh,
you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. LIZARDS LAY EGGS !!!
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