were lizard

I am SO happy

So about 4 days ago my brother was working in the yard and he was getting rid of this big old plastic pot we had that was already falling apart. To fit it in the garbage bag he had to smash it into smaller pieces with a shovel.

But when he dumped out the dirt….

…eggs. Ten little eggs.

My mom brought them in to show me. Not knowing what they were or if they were dangerous or not, she asked me if I wanted to take one and open it up outside to make sure it wasn’t full of baby bugs or something. I told her that they were definitely reptile eggs but she was still giving them the ‘I-still-don’t-trust-that-they-aren’t-bugs’ look.

I knew there was no way it was full of bugs and I wouldn’t be able to get it off my mind if we cut one out and killed it. But then I remembered candling.

If you don’t know what candling is, it’s when you put a flashlight under an egg to check if it’s fertile or not.

So I told her to hold on and I ran to get a flashlight.

Lo and behold they were not bugs.

It was our first time ever candling anything so we weren’t exactly sure what to look for. The only videos I had ever seen for candling an egg was a video talking about how some geckos lay eggs without a mate but there is a rare chance they could be fertile anyway; the eggs in the video were always empty though. So we checked all the eggs and they were all alive and responsive. I managed to convince my family that I was 99% sure they were lizards of some kind.

Since we kind of accidentally destroyed their nest and a storm was coming we set out to give them somewhere safe to hatch.

 We got a pot and filled it with damp dirt like the one we found them in but smaller. After candling each egg, we made a divot in the dirt and placed each egg half in and half off, careful not to turn them too much and damage them.

My mom did some research and found that the eggs needed to be kept somewhere with good humidity so we got a plastic book crate, drilled some holes in it, and filled the bottom with wet paper towels.

The mystery eggs were put in the garage where it was just as hot as outside but safe from the huge thunderstorm.

Day 2 of eggs and nothing happened. We didn’t think anything would happen just yet but we were all a little worried that we were doing the wrong thing. It was my day to go finish up cleaning up the dirt and shards from the broken pot in the yard when I found another egg.

I picked it up and it wasn’t as firm as the others. In fact it was leaking. I called my mom and candled the little guy. He was just as alive as the others were. There wasn’t much room in the new incubator with the other eggs so we got a tiny beta fish tank we haven’t used in years and fixed it up for the egg. We put it in the garage next to the others.

Now this egg had me worried. He had been out in the storm with a damaged egg. I would go out and check on him throughout the day. Not a thing happened and I was starting to worry that he didn’t make it.

Day 3 of eggs was interesting. I went out to check again on little egg 11 with my mom. She asked how the others were doing and wanted to see. It was fogged up on the inside so I shone a light through and saw it. A head! A little baby lizard head poking out of the egg! 

The incubator was taken inside and everyone was gathered around the table. We would all switch from watching the eggs, to someone doing research, to checking the eggs, to setting up the empty tank we had, to checking the eggs again.

All together 4 little lizards were hatching. They’d kick for a bit in their eggs but then fall asleep because it was so tiring. 

After a while my mom got concerned about one that hadn’t opened its eyes in ages. It wasn’t moving. I picked up the egg and put it in my hand. I rubbed the shell and gently gave it little tugs. Then out the baby came!

This little guy came out healthy and fast. After a brief look-around he ran out of my hand and back into the pot. Then over the edge of the pot to explore the hides we fit in. 

After 4 of the babies fully hatched and we figured out what we were going to do, we put the incubators in the spare tank we had so we could keep an eye on them. At that point it was a little past 1:00am and a 5th egg started to hatch.

Day 4 of eggs and lizards we went to the local pet store to get something that these super small babies could eat. Luckily, Petco carries super small crickets and meal worms. We loaded up on reptile supplies: bus, vitamin dust, hides, heat lamps, you name it we probably bought it.

Upon getting home my mother and I readied the tank.

At that point all but two eggs had hatched. One we thought wasn’t going to make it because it didn’t react when I candled it, and the other was number 11 who was found a day late and broken. We decided to move the two into one incubator instead of two while we moved 9 of the lizards into their temporary home.

When we look for them they were hiding in the incubator all curled up together under a plant we had put in. They actually seem to do that everywhere they decide to hide which is kind of surprising to me. I thought they were going to all be really territorial with each other. But they seem to like each other more than I thought they would.

After a few hours, number 11 hatched and he was just as healthy and fast as the others despite being through the storm earlier. Not too long after that, the last egg hatched. He was much smaller than the others but equally as fast. We added them both to the tank with the others and they hid as quick as a ninja.

Day 5 of lizards was mostly setting up heat lamps and lights and worrying if they were okay. They stayed hidden under rocks and brush. We never saw them eat so we went back to researching.

Day 6 of lizards and they are alive and well! They’ve taken a liking to the new heat lamp and have been scuttling around there all day. I even saw one eat a cricket! 

Even the smallest of the bunch was enjoying himself in the warmth :)

I will continue to take care of them until it comes time to release them back to their natural habitat. I’ll keep you all updated. It’s such a strange and wonderful learning experience :) 


He has a 99.99% chance of stealing yo girl

The Frog Saga

So in a nearby college’s science building, a geologist had set up a very interesting display. 

It was his collection of gemstone frogs.

There was a derpy frog!

A judgy orange sunny frog!

A simple frog!

A short frog!

A bumpy toad!

A salty, taunting, tongue-out frog!

And there were even two lizards who had somehow made their way into the collection…here is one of them…

Reminds me of some @orochihigh​ things going down right now…..

There was a super shiny opal frog!

But I took a liking to 2  frogs in particular. 

who is she




I’ve never really had an OTP until now.

i was talking to a couple friends about living/growing up in florida and mentioned that as a kid a regular source of Childhood Entertainment was catching lizards and then letting the lizards bite your earlobes and hang there like earrings and

i just realized i don’t know if that’s a Florida Thing or just a My Weird Neighborhood Thing can anybody from florida pls chime in


                           His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
                 Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind

groovy tony in the office: guys… u know what the teens need

david karp, sighing and rubbing his temples: what do the teens need tony

groovy tony: a tiny shitting horse

david karp: holy fuck. holy shit tony you absolute mad man. holy fuck tony you’re a genius. shit on a stick, no, shit on TWO sticks this is the best thing ive ever heard tony. go and fuck my wife tony

Dinosaurs Make Aliens Uncomfortable

Ok. Imagine an alien discovering dinosaurs. Like “you had WHAT living on your planet ??” Giant ass lizards that’s what. “Oh shit.”

Barrik never imagined humans were so complicated. In order to become an officer for the Federation, he had to attend a specific class on human history and culture. This alone should have been a huge red flag (to use a familiar human idiom), but he didn’t realize it until it was too late.

He thought he knew about Terra and the intelligent life that lived there, but he was wrong. He left the class every day even more awestruck and intrigued than the day before. There were so many intricacies about them. Their social behaviors, their body language, their ability to communicate through many different languages and even with less intelligent beings. Their planet and it’s wildlife could be considered death itself, which made their resilience and creativity more understandable.

What Barrik had not counted on, however were the large, carnivorous, lizard-like creatures that the humans called dinosaurs. How could the humans survive with such formidable predators? Humans were scarier than he originally thought.

When he questioned one of the Terrans about these formidable creatures, he was relieved to discover that they were now extinct. This posed another question, however. One that haunted him for weeks because he was too afraid to ask. How did creatures so defenseless manage to wipe hundreds of species of deadly carnivores right off the face of the planet?

What was a dude?

A dude, according to contemporary sources, was a man of many affectations. Even a small town dude would speak with drawl which was something of a mix of English and Bostonian. Most sentences began with “I say”, ended with “don’t chew know” and questions were answered with “raaather”. Though he looked and spoke as if he’d just stepped from Pall Mall, he’d probably never been to London at all. 

You’d find him wearing extremely tight (with the cuffs rolled up) or extremely loose pants (tucked into his boots), red (or any other loudly coloured) lacquered shoes or excessively polished black boots, spotless gloves, and a tall silk hat on a jaunty angle. A monocle was optional but he’d go nowhere without his fancy cane. When said cane was not in his mouth, a cigarette was dangling there. He always had a flower with a long stem in his buttonhole, lilies being most popular. His mustache was curled to perfection. His hair was either curled, or cut short but with bangs. His collar would be tall. If it were scarf weather, his pearl scarf pin would secure it in just the right spot.

They were most populous in New York, Boston and Chicago, although they’d follow the 400 to Newport or where ever else fashion decreed when summer came. 

All of this would be fine, said the editors, but a dude rarely worked - certainly not in any trade, but usually not at all. Most had money, but if not, they’d trade on real or fabricated family connections. He’d spend his day lounging from one lady’s house to another, or standing on street corners, or looking out the window of his club or Delmonico’s, sucking on the knob of his cane, and staring at passing girls. He was extremely vain and socially ambitious, his conversation vapid, and he acted as if he was a member of some imaginary aristocracy. He thought he was God’s gift to women and could be a masher, if he bothered.

Dandies, on the other hand, though they were also always well dressed and at the peak of fashion, were respectable: they had brains (and a job), and knew when to leave the ladies alone. Dandy’s like Bryon and Brummell, had they been American, would not have been considered dudes.

Later iterations in the 1910s and 1920s were called lounge lizards, jellybeans, bun dusters, drugstore cowboys and cake eaters. Around the 1920s the term dude came to define a city man who visited more rustic locals and stuck out like a sore thumb.

The Winnipeg Tribune, Manitoba, July 16, 1890

One of four bunnies I found the other day while looking for snakes and lizards. They were so tiny, I’m guessing a week and a half old? I actually thought the first one I found was dead until I poked it with my hook, then I found the other three, snapped a few pictures when a couple walked up to me and asked what I was taking photos of. So I showed them the bunnies.

They were worried that they had been abandoned but I told them it was common for a momma to leave them for awhile each day and that she will likely return to them once we leave. They wanted to touch them but I told them not to, they said ‘oh, because if the mom smells them on us she’ll abandon them?’ I told them that was a wives tale to keep kids from bringing animals home, but the reason they didn’t want to touch them is because they carry diseases like hantavirus and Tularemia. At that piece of advice they immediately backed away, thanked me for the information, and wandered off.

florida gothic
  • you enter your local publix. lining an entire wall is carton after carton of orange juice. “50% off blood oranges, grown fresh in state!” says a smiling employee. he gives you a sample. you try to ignore the metallic taste now lining your tongue.
  • you cross lake jessup as you have every day for the past three years. you can’t help but notice a distinct lack of alligators in the waters below. your windshield is black with splattered bugs. splattered bugs, and also large chunks of green, scaly flesh.
  • you near the exit of walt disney world’s magic kingdom with your family. a smiling employee scans the chip embedded in your forearm and allows you to leave. your daughter was not so lucky. “the most magical place on earth,” you chant in unison, tears streaming down your cheeks.
  • the temperature is 64 fahrenheit. you don a thin sweater and comment, “it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it?” everyone within a ten mile vicinity snaps their head around to face you and chants together, “you dont know cold. you have never seen cold. i used to live in new york. you have not lived cold.”
  • there are no mountains for miles. the ground has no undulations, no bumps, no imperfections. your house is perfectly flat. you are perfectly flat. the world is perfectly, wonderfully flat. you laugh at globes.
  • “mosquitos are big this year!” someone laughs from deep within the bunker. you do not laugh, but instead paint another protection sigil onto the door with extra strength bug spray. perhaps it will help you this year. if not, the joker will make excellent bait.
  • the rain comes down in sheets at exactly 4:00 every summer afternoon. the rain stops at exactly 4:10 every summer afternoon. at exactly 4:11 every summer afternoon, you have forgotten it. the grass is parched, the asphalt baking. you do not remember the last time it has rained. 
  • a small boy from michigan standing near you points excitedly towards a wall. “look, mommy, a dinosaur!” she does not look, only says, “dear, there’s lizards in this state, don’t you know?” you do know. but you don’t remember them being so big, or having such large teeth.

Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- Anonymous

Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!

Disclaimer- I do not own any Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.


 Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- (Y/N)’s big sister going back to the Isle makes her have to face someone she never wanted to see again.

Warning(s)- Talk of neglectful parents, talks of obsession.

Words- 1887

A/N-  There will be a part 2 coming out really soon  finishing it.

Originally posted by lavendertitties

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