The guy left me with "her" ..tank open and all... to go and help someone else. His last words were, "You're on your own!"
I tried to talk to "her" and show "her" I meant no harm, but "she" wasn't having it. "She" very nearly got me a couple of times and I finally just gave up, so not to stress "her" any further. "She" was side-winding me like a "Scaredy Cat" does and really hissing.
"She" looked fat enough, clear eyes, no open wounds, missing toes, stumpy tail.. none of that... but "she" was beat up pretty badly along "her" back and ...well, "she" was very defensive.
Now, I wish I had drove the other direction and didn't even go in there today. The site of "her" haunts me. I frequent this herp store pretty often and have even traded some of my own Cresteds with the owner, but I've never outright bought anything from him.. other than feeder bugs.
Is "she" better off being a beacon of sorts, for other BTS that may end up in there.. ? I mean, if she lives there for awhile... it's less likely he'll replace her, right? Man!! I hate these situations to no end!
Short of asking him to GIVE her to me, I can always just prepare a special meal for her when I go in for my feeder bugs... at least she'll be getting a good meal occasionally.
Blahhhh!!!!
Okay, ranting over. I'm such a softy, dang it! (And I am sooo ordering my buggies online again.)
~Aminah




