Lena
I question all things.
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I'm a little embarrassed by this, but here goes.. Some of the details are a bit graphic..
So I've been having a little bit of trouble with my eggs. My first clutch was going great, staying plump and looking lovely and pink. About 15 days in the same female lays a second clutch.. This one isn't looking as stellar.. They're dented, dirty, but still candled pink, so I put them in the cup with the other two eggs. A day or two later, I find that the second two haven't plumped up at all, and used moist paper towel to plump them up.. Which they do.. A little bit.
But then something starts to happen to one of my first two eggs.. It started out being a little dented at first, and progressed until today.. It was basically collapsing upon itself. So, after asking around, I decided it was best to toss the egg out, and probably do the same with the other two eggs if they don't improve in a few days.
Note that this egg I was tossing out today had HUGE dents top and bottom..
Curiosity got the best of me. I was very upset to have lost this egg, but I wanted to see if the egg was fertile at all, and if so, how far the hatchling got.. It's true what they say - Curiosity killed the cat.
:main_robin: I made a little cut.. There was a phlegmy yellowish gook that greeted me from the opening, and as I dug further.. To my horror.. I saw some blood and a tiny little gecko tail unfurled...
I freaked, ran into the garage, and tossed away the egg with the paper towel I had been working on. I was convinced that the tail moved on it's own and that I had doomed the baby by opening the egg.
I regained my composure and asked my mom to go look at the egg for herself and tell me whether or not the hatchling was indeed alive. My step father came upstairs, and they both examined it while I sat in the other room, back turned, asking for details. Unfortunately, but thankfully, the poor little fellow was already dead.. My step dad took the full fetus out of the gook and it was such a beautiful little baby.. And so well formed. I'd say about 2 weeks away from hatching.
After looking at it and talking for a bit, the baby slid a little on his finger, and he said, "Oop, it moved!".. To which I freaked, ran into the other room, and sobbed like a child. Again.
I feel so awful, still, and irresponsible for opening the egg, though I intended to toss it out anyway.. Did I make a stupid move? Ugh. I'm just glad I wasn't the one who killed it..
....My first hatchling.. Ugh..
So I've been having a little bit of trouble with my eggs. My first clutch was going great, staying plump and looking lovely and pink. About 15 days in the same female lays a second clutch.. This one isn't looking as stellar.. They're dented, dirty, but still candled pink, so I put them in the cup with the other two eggs. A day or two later, I find that the second two haven't plumped up at all, and used moist paper towel to plump them up.. Which they do.. A little bit.
But then something starts to happen to one of my first two eggs.. It started out being a little dented at first, and progressed until today.. It was basically collapsing upon itself. So, after asking around, I decided it was best to toss the egg out, and probably do the same with the other two eggs if they don't improve in a few days.
Note that this egg I was tossing out today had HUGE dents top and bottom..
Curiosity got the best of me. I was very upset to have lost this egg, but I wanted to see if the egg was fertile at all, and if so, how far the hatchling got.. It's true what they say - Curiosity killed the cat.
:main_robin: I made a little cut.. There was a phlegmy yellowish gook that greeted me from the opening, and as I dug further.. To my horror.. I saw some blood and a tiny little gecko tail unfurled...
I freaked, ran into the garage, and tossed away the egg with the paper towel I had been working on. I was convinced that the tail moved on it's own and that I had doomed the baby by opening the egg.
I regained my composure and asked my mom to go look at the egg for herself and tell me whether or not the hatchling was indeed alive. My step father came upstairs, and they both examined it while I sat in the other room, back turned, asking for details. Unfortunately, but thankfully, the poor little fellow was already dead.. My step dad took the full fetus out of the gook and it was such a beautiful little baby.. And so well formed. I'd say about 2 weeks away from hatching.
After looking at it and talking for a bit, the baby slid a little on his finger, and he said, "Oop, it moved!".. To which I freaked, ran into the other room, and sobbed like a child. Again.
I feel so awful, still, and irresponsible for opening the egg, though I intended to toss it out anyway.. Did I make a stupid move? Ugh. I'm just glad I wasn't the one who killed it..
....My first hatchling.. Ugh..