Pets are a lot like babies. They can't tell you what the fuck is wrong with them, you actually have to pay attention.
Now, not to say Aaron and I have divided our duties into gender-specific roles, but Aaron and I have pretty much split up our responsibilities into gender-specific roles. He takes out the trash, I cook. He mows and takes care of the yard, I paint the house. He doesn't pick up his shit, I throw it in the trash.
You know, the way it's suppose to be in today's society.
So when we got Tuckie the Turtle last year, Aaron was all "well, I've had LOTS of pets and I know how to take care of aquariums" and I was all "whatever, dude."
So it pretty much came to pass that Aaron took over the majority of Tuckie's care. That is, of course, until he went on a business trip. I'd get super-involved and clean the tank (and when I say "clean the tank" I mean "CLEAN THE TANK AND SCRUB IT UNTIL IT SHINED LIKE A SPARKLEY DIAMOND") and when Aaron would come home I'd slowly relinquish the responsibility to Aaron with a lot of hurt feelings.
Over the past few months, there's been an algae bloom in Tuckie's habitat. Aaron decided it would be a good idea to get a goldfish for Tuckie to munch on after it ate some of the algae. Now, I've been bitching and moaning about this damn algae bloom since before Christmas and Aaron's been "handling it" so I've tried to not be psycho but when Aaron left on his business trip Monday and I began full-time care of Tuckie I realized the God damn algae bloom was on him.
As in, the turtle was covered in algae.
I also noticed he hadn't been basking and that's another cause of concern. So, I forced him (yes, I said "forced") him to bask for a day. Then I had a conversation with Aaron about it... long story short, we came to an agreement of changes. Both of us were concerned about Tuckie's health.
Being all scientific and stuff, we decided to get Tuckie a new habitat in the same size and material he was in but to get him a different basking thingy.
First, Tuckie gets removed from the habitat. He misses his water, but appreciates the algae drying out on his shell.
This is his old habitat. See the rock? Yeah, he shouldn't have had a rock. Also, you may not be able to see the goldfish but that fucker is big enough to fry for dinner.
In Tuckie's new habitat, I placed a new piece of wood (specially for aquariums), rinsed his old floating plant thingy and filled it with spring water.
Then, Tuckie jumped in.
Now, turtles are really crabby little bastards. Especially Tuckie.
But he sure as hell isn't acting crabby here.
Tuckie loves his new wood, and will even climb out. I haven't seen Tuckie on his rock in weeks. Now, I will say last night Tuckie got himself stuck trying to jump into the water between the wood and habitat. His face was in the water and his butt was in the air. Good thing I saw it and rescued him, he could of drowned.
And, of course, he gave me the evil eye for helping him out. Just like a toddler, little brat.
That, right there, on Tuckie's face? That's a big smile.
It's okay, baby. Mama's in charge now.
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