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If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet
Syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below
Will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was
"something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner
In his room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm
Serious, Dad. Can you help?"

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him
Into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back,
Looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

"Oh, my
Gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."

"What?"
My son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

I was equally outraged.

"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to
Reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their
Cage?" she inquired. (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!"

"Yeah,
Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you
Know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm!)

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on.
I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I
Announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."

"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.

We
Peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot
Would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.

"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.

"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the
Foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried
Several more times with the same results.

"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know.

"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a
Pattern here with the females in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to
The vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.

"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the
Little animal through a magnifying glass.

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested
Scientifically.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. And Mrs.
Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is
Not in labour. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. . Ernie is a boy.
You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into
Maturity, like most male species, they um . . Um . . . Masturbate. Just the
Way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this.

"So, Ernie's just, just .. .. . Excited," my wife offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And
Giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

Tears were now running down her face. "It's just .... That ...I'm
Picturing you pulling on its .. .. . Its. . Teeny little . . "

She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly
Bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything
Was going to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad," he
Told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with
laughter.

Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:
Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.
Lizards lay eggs!

Death Inc

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