One last note. When I was 9 I had pet newts (yes, newts) I always loved reptiles. Anyway I "trained" them to jump from a shelf in my room onto my record player which I would then turn on and spin them around. I swore they loved this but looking back they were probably terrified. One day after school I was doing my newt acrobatic show and one fell under the turntable and inside the stereo. I was hysterical! Newts can only survive for short periods of time outside of water. At the time my dad had a pretty important job for Shadow Lawn Savings Bank. I called him at work in tears about the newt. He listened calmly as I rambled on, told me it would be ok and hung up. He left work and came home within 10 minutes, proceeded to take apart the entire stereo until he found the newt. He was all shriveled up and half dead. Again, the tears were flowing...dad carefully got him out and placed him back in his tank. We watched....he started breathing again and was fine! He lived another year until my mom decided to flush him down the toilet (yeah, still not over that!). But THAT was the kind of father I had. Simply the BEST.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 04:19:49 +0000
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