burnedrose
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Kukui died today.
He was about a year and a half old.
I brought him inside, right inside our front door, because it was supposed to be the low 90's today. Well, my boyfriend's father kept the front door open all day, no AC, and it hit about 110 where we are. We came back home after seeing a movie and getting our groceries and I went to check on him and he was on the bottom of his cage, non responsive. I don't know if there was direct sunlight that heat him up, or if it was too hot, or if there was something else wrong that I didn't know about.
I can't deal with this today. I *just* moved out here and was planning on living a long life with him and breeding him and having little Kukui babies. he was healthy as of this morning, hunting down the crickets, drinking the (I even set the mister to go off a few extra times today, just because it was supposed to be in the 90's).
I am a horrible horrible chameleon mother. My chameleon died of heat stroke or got baked or something. It's the most horrible way to go and I can't stop blaming myself. if I had just moved him further into the house, if I hadn't moved to California and just stayed in cool upstate NY, if I had just shipped him out after I got settled here, if I had a last chance to kiss him on his little scarred casque, one more time.
I love you Kukui-cakes and I miss you so so much. I am sorry I was such a bad mommy and I wish I could take it all back. I love you, I love you, I love you.
He was about a year and a half old.
I brought him inside, right inside our front door, because it was supposed to be the low 90's today. Well, my boyfriend's father kept the front door open all day, no AC, and it hit about 110 where we are. We came back home after seeing a movie and getting our groceries and I went to check on him and he was on the bottom of his cage, non responsive. I don't know if there was direct sunlight that heat him up, or if it was too hot, or if there was something else wrong that I didn't know about.
I can't deal with this today. I *just* moved out here and was planning on living a long life with him and breeding him and having little Kukui babies. he was healthy as of this morning, hunting down the crickets, drinking the (I even set the mister to go off a few extra times today, just because it was supposed to be in the 90's).
I am a horrible horrible chameleon mother. My chameleon died of heat stroke or got baked or something. It's the most horrible way to go and I can't stop blaming myself. if I had just moved him further into the house, if I hadn't moved to California and just stayed in cool upstate NY, if I had just shipped him out after I got settled here, if I had a last chance to kiss him on his little scarred casque, one more time.
I love you Kukui-cakes and I miss you so so much. I am sorry I was such a bad mommy and I wish I could take it all back. I love you, I love you, I love you.