Went upstairs to get a lightbulb and noticed that Wednesday, one of the leopard geckos I hatched in 2006, was lying on the floor out in the open. This is not normal for a nocturnal/crepuscular animal. No movement, no breathing, no flinching. She can't have been dead long; she wasn't stiff yet, and she didn't smell of anything but gecko. I must have missed her by an hour or two at the most.
At the moment I feel like I have more dead animals in the freezer and buried in the garden than I have live animals in the house.
I'm sorry, Wednesday. I knew you were having trouble shedding, but I didn't know you were dying.
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