Wednesday, May 10, 2006

A Lizard Birth

Lizard Birthing Story ....

  If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet
including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will
you laughing out LOUD!

  Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

  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

  "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad.
you help?"

  I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him
into his
bedroom. One of the little lizards was! Indeed lying on his back,
stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

  "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

  "Oh my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having

  "What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!" I
equally outraged.

  "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to
reproduce," I accused my wife.

  "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she

  (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)

  "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my
loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).

  "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, you think?)

  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
tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.

  (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)

  We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a
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
appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried  several
times with the same results.

  "Should I call 911," my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they
talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females
in my

  "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
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
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

  "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
species, they Just the way he did, lying on his
back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I' m
Mr. Cameron."

  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
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.
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
in laughter once more.

  "That's enough," I warned. We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled
lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going
be okay.

  "I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told

  "Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

    2 Lizards - $140...

    1 Cage - $50.....

    Trip to the Vet - $30...

    Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's  wacker  


myheartsaysso2 said...

Yeah that is pretty funny.. but I think lizards hatch out of eggs anyway.. lol* But pretty funny! :)

scotthlori said...

I feel crappy and I read this and laughed SO HARD!  It's the funniest story I've heard in a long time!


deshelestraci said...

That is hilarious!!!!!
Congrats on having both of your journals picked this week!