My sister knows someone who wants to get rid of his tortoise so that he can buy a bus ticket back to Milwaukee.
I told her I would take "him"
But honestly, I don't even know what species it is, or what kind of shape "Sherman" is in....I'm guessing that he is a Russian, but he could be a Greek or Red Foot for all I know. The guy said he was going to sell me everything that I would need to keep him, including his food.
Now, that is the first thing daunting me. I'm guessing food means pellets, and I am anticipating having a problem switching this unknown tortoise to a decent diet. I am also worried about pyramiding...I doubt that this joker knows anything about UVB...one of the reasons my sister is badgering him about the tort at all is because she knows he's not taking proper care of it.
He's supposed to come with his cage and stand too maybe, so I am also anticipating a glass aquarium, and the mental problems that go along with being housed in glass...
I am just so anxious to get a hold of this guy I could pull out my own hair...I was supposed to have him tonight, even went to the ATM so I could pay the guy his cash. But my sister couldn't get a hold of him. So I'm on pins and needles again.
And it really kills me, because this weekend I was out of town, and I convinced my boyfriend to stop at a Petland store, because I wanted to see if they were really as bad as everyone says they are.
It was worse.
They had a 4.5 inch Greek tortoise, a 5 inch male eastern box turtle and a red foot tortoise about 8 or 9 inches long ALL in the same tank. It was probably a 35 gallon long for fish. All that was in there was a water dish, with sides too high to do anyone in there any good, and an empty food dish on top of reptile carpet. Not even a log to hide under, or a substrate to burrow into. It made me sick. Everyone in there looked dehydrated, even the Greek. And I can only imagine the torment of the other two, under a blazing hot basking lamp with no where to hide......
I didn't say anything to the clerks either. We were with my boyfriend's cousin, and his brand new girlfriend and I didn't want to make a scene. I've dreamt of those poor tortoises every night since.
Its killing me that I did nothing. I feel horrible about it...its haunting me. And it makes it even more urgent that I get a hold of this other tortoise. I want to redeem myself if that makes any sense...Though the picture of those poor animals will stay with me forever.
I'll have more details tomorrow I hope.
Part of this was just having to get that off my chest.
I told her I would take "him"
But honestly, I don't even know what species it is, or what kind of shape "Sherman" is in....I'm guessing that he is a Russian, but he could be a Greek or Red Foot for all I know. The guy said he was going to sell me everything that I would need to keep him, including his food.
Now, that is the first thing daunting me. I'm guessing food means pellets, and I am anticipating having a problem switching this unknown tortoise to a decent diet. I am also worried about pyramiding...I doubt that this joker knows anything about UVB...one of the reasons my sister is badgering him about the tort at all is because she knows he's not taking proper care of it.
He's supposed to come with his cage and stand too maybe, so I am also anticipating a glass aquarium, and the mental problems that go along with being housed in glass...
I am just so anxious to get a hold of this guy I could pull out my own hair...I was supposed to have him tonight, even went to the ATM so I could pay the guy his cash. But my sister couldn't get a hold of him. So I'm on pins and needles again.
And it really kills me, because this weekend I was out of town, and I convinced my boyfriend to stop at a Petland store, because I wanted to see if they were really as bad as everyone says they are.
It was worse.
They had a 4.5 inch Greek tortoise, a 5 inch male eastern box turtle and a red foot tortoise about 8 or 9 inches long ALL in the same tank. It was probably a 35 gallon long for fish. All that was in there was a water dish, with sides too high to do anyone in there any good, and an empty food dish on top of reptile carpet. Not even a log to hide under, or a substrate to burrow into. It made me sick. Everyone in there looked dehydrated, even the Greek. And I can only imagine the torment of the other two, under a blazing hot basking lamp with no where to hide......
I didn't say anything to the clerks either. We were with my boyfriend's cousin, and his brand new girlfriend and I didn't want to make a scene. I've dreamt of those poor tortoises every night since.
Its killing me that I did nothing. I feel horrible about it...its haunting me. And it makes it even more urgent that I get a hold of this other tortoise. I want to redeem myself if that makes any sense...Though the picture of those poor animals will stay with me forever.
I'll have more details tomorrow I hope.
Part of this was just having to get that off my chest.