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Posted by JNelson on April 12, 2001 at 07:18:53:
In Reply to: Poopy Iguana Bandits posted by Diana on April 11, 2001 at 23:18:59:
: Last night, one of the last things my eyes beheld was my two lovely, peacefully sleeping green babies, all tucked in for the night, and so cozy and warm in their cute little beds. They were so knocked out, that we commented on how cute and sound they were both sleeping. What cuties! we said. However, when we got to the office this morning (that's where they live) all that cute stuff was just a thing of the past.
: Bobbit had pooped out quite an impressive pile over by the picture window, and was then drawing some impressionistic art-work on the glass.
: Then I looked over at Habib, who was supervising Bobbit's work, with a guilty gleem of pleasure in her brown eyes. I then saw why: she had finally fulfilled one of her greatest and longest-lived fantasies of her life: pooping in the printer! For two years now, she has hungrily eyed that machine, and climbed up on it, hung her vent off the side and *almost* done her thing inside it before we rushed her off to the tub. Well, this morning, she finally did it.
: Poop everywhere--on the cord, on the paper tray, on the paper itsself, on the desk, with slimy clear urates dripping through the crack where the office desk joins the other leg of the desk (it's an L shaped desk). There were poopy urates smearing the ink of many of our business documents, important papers and manuels.
: Meanwhile, Bobbit, it now appears, has not just laid an enormous mound of fresh soft-stuff by the window, but has proceeded to lay little plops of poop in abot 13 different piles, here and there. Then, he carefully dragged his tail through each and every pile, smearing it deep down into the carpet fibers. It's on his hands, feet, and encrusted down the entire length of his tail! Seriously! Josh had to scrub his tail with an old toothbrush (you can bet that one'll never again be used!) and soapy water to get all the poop off of his scales. His bath was one which required all four of our hands, and we would have liked to have at least two more to help us hold the little bugger still long enough to be de-pooped.
: There was poop all along the edge of the floor humidifier, on it's cord, and all along the iggy ladder we have leading up to their bed area. Poop was smeared into their pillows, dotted along their blankets, and in tiny clumps on their basking log.
: Poop on my purse! (Gratefully so, none inside.) Poop on the tape dispenser! Poop on *both* staplers, and on the three-ring-hole punch. How can two iguanas get into that much trouble over night?
: Well, needless to say, we were unhappy with them for most of the day, but have fully forgiven them now, as they are both once again, freshly bathed and tucked in their beds for another night of sweet slumber, looking so sweet, so content, so cuddly and so warm...
: Such angels! (with very crooked halos)
: Diana, Josh, and the Poopy Green Kids (Their official out-law names for the day.)
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