Finally cleaned my gecko's cage for the first time in over a year the other day. By which I mean, I cleaned my ex-wife's gecko's cage.
When she left me, she also left her behind. When I asked her about it, she looked at me like I was an idiot, and said, "I can't bring her across the border. Besides, I thought you wanted her?" I'd never had any real interaction with the gecko in my life. I didn't name her, and I have an insect phobia (the stuff she needs to eat) — I didn't want her at all, and I certainly didn't want her now that she was going to be a reminder of my manipulative, cheating ex.
So in trying to find someone who would take her, I finally got my cousin to agree. He seemed eager to take her, as his partner was very into herps. And then he died. So I was stuck with this animal who reminded me now not only of my ex, but also of the violent death of my cousin.
Anyway. I finally cleaned her cage. She was really good about it.
