I was at a dinner this week, when my dinner companion, the chief investment officer of an endowment, narrated this story when she was in NYC in a small apartment and was raising her kindergartener.
School was closed for holiday, and she was picked as the parent to take care of the class pet, a gecko (it had a name, but I now forget - smooches, or snuggles - something like that.)
She notices that the gecko is changing colors quite a bit, and none of the shades of colors said gecko was assuming appeared healthy. So they assumed the poor fellow was hungry.
So they ordered some crickets to be delivered. (It was more expensive to go buy and pick up the crickets because of what one has to pay for parking in NYC).
Anyway, now they have bag full of noisy crickets in a bag that they keep in the bathroom of their small apartment. And the Gecko was not interested in the crickets. So now, they are saddled with even more sallow gecko and also noisy crickets in a bag.
Now they are in the middle of the holiday week and the family concludes - this gecko is sick!
It turns out that your run of the mill dog-cat-vet does not know how to apply a stethoscope to a gecko. So they look around, and what do you know? There is an exotic animal vet in NYC....
The family bundles into a cab and hurries to the vet, who promptly pronounces the gecko very sick.
She then, proceeds to put the gecko on an ivy drip.
This was the golden olden day before the iPhone, so my narrator did not have picture to share by whipping out the said device from her purse.
After ~$1,000 in vet bills, the poor gecko breathed his last. While she breathed a huge sigh of relief, she did have to steel herself to explain to the class what happened to smooches (or was it snuggles?) while the class was away on holiday.
School was closed for holiday, and she was picked as the parent to take care of the class pet, a gecko (it had a name, but I now forget - smooches, or snuggles - something like that.)
She notices that the gecko is changing colors quite a bit, and none of the shades of colors said gecko was assuming appeared healthy. So they assumed the poor fellow was hungry.
So they ordered some crickets to be delivered. (It was more expensive to go buy and pick up the crickets because of what one has to pay for parking in NYC).
Anyway, now they have bag full of noisy crickets in a bag that they keep in the bathroom of their small apartment. And the Gecko was not interested in the crickets. So now, they are saddled with even more sallow gecko and also noisy crickets in a bag.
Now they are in the middle of the holiday week and the family concludes - this gecko is sick!
The family bundles into a cab and hurries to the vet, who promptly pronounces the gecko very sick.
She then, proceeds to put the gecko on an ivy drip.
This was the golden olden day before the iPhone, so my narrator did not have picture to share by whipping out the said device from her purse.
After ~$1,000 in vet bills, the poor gecko breathed his last. While she breathed a huge sigh of relief, she did have to steel herself to explain to the class what happened to smooches (or was it snuggles?) while the class was away on holiday.
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