MissLissa
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So, I went for a walk today and not far from my apartment I found a panther chameleon. Dead. On the sidewalk.
I live in Canada. This is not at all typical.
So, of course I picked him up and took him home. He is very quite dead. The chameleon is no more; it's ceased to be. The ravens or something must have been at him. However, I'm pretty into collecting skeletons, bones, and other biofacts so I'm excited about this. However, it's obviously someone's pet (Northern Canada does not suffer from an overlarge feral chameleon population) and I don't want to "prep" someone's pet. I mean, that's disrespectful. But he's also in a pretty advanced stage of decomp, and probably had been for a while since it's well past first frost here and not much decomposition happens when everything is frozen. Anyways. So he's thawing in my bodyparts freezer (science makes you weird, yo- if any cops ever have need to search my apartment they are going to be deeply disturbed by what they find) and I make up some posters. No photos, because I'm imagining some young kid getting traumatized by seeing Ol' Pascal looking like a side of freezer-burnt raw beef. So I post up the "Found" posters, and within an hour- I kid you not- I get a phone call from a mom saying her kid lost their chameleon in October. I tell her the story, and ask her if she would like the chameleon back to do a chameleon burial or whatever normal people do with their dead pets.
She asks me what I was going to do with it if she didn't take it. So I tell her. And she says, "Wow, Kevin would love that!" So she's now paying me to prep this kid's dead chameleon into an articulated skeleton for his birthday in January. I'm really hoping she's not just going to surprise him with it. "Surprise! Remember Pascal? He's dead now and here are his parts!"
Oh, and the chameleon's name really was Pascal.
It's been a weird day.
I live in Canada. This is not at all typical.
So, of course I picked him up and took him home. He is very quite dead. The chameleon is no more; it's ceased to be. The ravens or something must have been at him. However, I'm pretty into collecting skeletons, bones, and other biofacts so I'm excited about this. However, it's obviously someone's pet (Northern Canada does not suffer from an overlarge feral chameleon population) and I don't want to "prep" someone's pet. I mean, that's disrespectful. But he's also in a pretty advanced stage of decomp, and probably had been for a while since it's well past first frost here and not much decomposition happens when everything is frozen. Anyways. So he's thawing in my bodyparts freezer (science makes you weird, yo- if any cops ever have need to search my apartment they are going to be deeply disturbed by what they find) and I make up some posters. No photos, because I'm imagining some young kid getting traumatized by seeing Ol' Pascal looking like a side of freezer-burnt raw beef. So I post up the "Found" posters, and within an hour- I kid you not- I get a phone call from a mom saying her kid lost their chameleon in October. I tell her the story, and ask her if she would like the chameleon back to do a chameleon burial or whatever normal people do with their dead pets.
She asks me what I was going to do with it if she didn't take it. So I tell her. And she says, "Wow, Kevin would love that!" So she's now paying me to prep this kid's dead chameleon into an articulated skeleton for his birthday in January. I'm really hoping she's not just going to surprise him with it. "Surprise! Remember Pascal? He's dead now and here are his parts!"
Oh, and the chameleon's name really was Pascal.
It's been a weird day.