Uhm not really anything to do with art.


For any of those who care...


I walked in and dropped my keys on the counter, dropping my bag. I flipped on the kitchen lights as I glanced over at my bearded dragon’s tank. He was hiding on the branch he’s usually perched on. Laughing softly, I walked over to his tank, thinking to myself, What a weird lizard...
As I looked through his tank, I noticed he was kinda pale and tired-looking. I tilted my head in puzzlement, and tapped the tank a little.
“Jack?”
No response.
“Jack?”
Still no response.
A little worried now, I poured a little water behind him to see if he responded. He didn’t. So I took his spray bottle and sprayed a little water on his nose, and usually he licked it up. He didn’t.
Walking over to the kitchen, I picked the phone up and called my mom, leaving a message that I think Jack had passed away.
Feeling kind of stupid, I walked over to the computer and looked up how to figure out if your bearded dragon is dead. No joke. I wasn’t really thinking, and all I got was common sense things like checking for signs of life (movement, breathing, etc.).
Embarrassed at my stupidity, I went back over to Jack’s tank and opened the lid. I gingerly picked him up, petting him softly to see if he would move. He didn’t.

Just as I was washing my hands after putting Jack back down, my mom called back and after getting an update, said something along the lines of, “I don’t mean to sound callous, but since we live in an apartment, can’t bury him, so we kind of need to throw him out...”

After getting off the phone with her, I put a plastic sandwich baggie over my hand, got out a gallon baggie, and put him in it. It was a tad depressing.
Then I had to take him out to the dumpster.


Poor Jack.