Odin is having a rough week.
Catastrophe number one:
Yesterday when we were outside in his playpen, he for some reason decided to enter his burrow on the north side (which he has never done before) and angled his descent wrong when going in.
He flipped himself over.
It may be the first time he ever did it where he had actually had an 1/8 of a second to realize what dire straits he had gotten himself into. (it was 20-30 seconds). Heck, it may have been the first times ever!
I was watching him, I saw him slide, I stood up, I saw him reach for the next point of purchase for his claws, and as soon as he did it I knew it was the wrong one. I moved, like a ninja (or a middle aged lady after a long day at work) and by the time I traversed the the 12 foot distance of thigh-high plants in an ankle-length skirt, he was upside down, frantically trying to cling to the stepping stone that is the top of his burrow, before I could save him.
He was so freaking cute I, for a millisecond, considered hopping back those 12 feet to grab my camera, but I like Odin more than I like adorable pics, so I didn't. So, here's a pic of how he usually goes into his burrow.
Ridiculously cute, I know.
I immediately snatched him up and brought him to his "pool" (the terracotta dish at the south end of the enclosure) where he sat, stunned and grumpy for nearly 5 minutes, before starting to eat his way across the playpen again.
Catastrophe number two:
Today, when I was at work, my son texted me to tell me that Odin's UVA/B light went out. I immediately ordered a new one and about 5 hours later got home to take him outside (my son was at work).
Odin was so grumpy he wouldn't come out of his indoor burrow, even when I misted the enclosure! (usually he runs out, angry as a sack of feral cats to see what I am up to).
When I dug him out he wouldn't come out of his shell. When I set him in the playpen, he wouldn't come out of his shell. When I set a squash flower in front of him..well, he came out for that after about 5 minutes.
But he wolfed it down and then sat in the same spot, NOT EATING, for the next hour.
Eventually he ate his way in circles for the hour until bedtime (6:30), but, for him, the most spoiled sully in all of the land, this has been a rough week.
He is that tiny dot of shell behind the barely visible paving stone and the grapevine.....
Yeah....my heart is breaking for him.
Catastrophe number one:
Yesterday when we were outside in his playpen, he for some reason decided to enter his burrow on the north side (which he has never done before) and angled his descent wrong when going in.
He flipped himself over.
It may be the first time he ever did it where he had actually had an 1/8 of a second to realize what dire straits he had gotten himself into. (it was 20-30 seconds). Heck, it may have been the first times ever!
I was watching him, I saw him slide, I stood up, I saw him reach for the next point of purchase for his claws, and as soon as he did it I knew it was the wrong one. I moved, like a ninja (or a middle aged lady after a long day at work) and by the time I traversed the the 12 foot distance of thigh-high plants in an ankle-length skirt, he was upside down, frantically trying to cling to the stepping stone that is the top of his burrow, before I could save him.
He was so freaking cute I, for a millisecond, considered hopping back those 12 feet to grab my camera, but I like Odin more than I like adorable pics, so I didn't. So, here's a pic of how he usually goes into his burrow.
Ridiculously cute, I know.
I immediately snatched him up and brought him to his "pool" (the terracotta dish at the south end of the enclosure) where he sat, stunned and grumpy for nearly 5 minutes, before starting to eat his way across the playpen again.
Catastrophe number two:
Today, when I was at work, my son texted me to tell me that Odin's UVA/B light went out. I immediately ordered a new one and about 5 hours later got home to take him outside (my son was at work).
Odin was so grumpy he wouldn't come out of his indoor burrow, even when I misted the enclosure! (usually he runs out, angry as a sack of feral cats to see what I am up to).
When I dug him out he wouldn't come out of his shell. When I set him in the playpen, he wouldn't come out of his shell. When I set a squash flower in front of him..well, he came out for that after about 5 minutes.
But he wolfed it down and then sat in the same spot, NOT EATING, for the next hour.
Eventually he ate his way in circles for the hour until bedtime (6:30), but, for him, the most spoiled sully in all of the land, this has been a rough week.
He is that tiny dot of shell behind the barely visible paving stone and the grapevine.....
Yeah....my heart is breaking for him.
