A fence that can withstand the force of a large sulcata who wants on the other side is very important. Postponing the installation of such a fence can prove to be heartbreaking, I can attest to this. Before we installed a suitable fence, Frankie disappeared from his yard.
Without close supervision Frankie made a few “mini-escapes” into our neighborhood. As soon as he was missed the Frankie Neighborhood Alert would go out to everyone. All available neighbors would check their yards for the fugitive Frankie. One time he was found a couple of houses over under a swing and the next time he was found napping in a friends garage.
Luckily, Frankie was found quickly. Alert neighbors and quick timing saved the day
Still, the warnings were disregarded.
On this fateful day, Frankie was allowed outside his small temporary fence to graze. Frankie completely occupied himself with munching a huge amount of grass so it seemed safe to kick back on the patio and watch him graze.
The phone rang. Crom. I should have brought the phone outside with me. What a dumb-dumb. I run inside to answer it. A few moments speaking to a friend seems brief. Before I know it, 10 to 20 minutes have ticked away.
It hits me like ice water – dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. Hang up phone, run outside and look around with great hope that he is grazing were I left him.
He isn’t. Frankie isn’t anywhere in sight. My stomach tightens. I have a gut feeling. Groan.
School is in session and adults are at work. A Frankie Neighborhood Alert is useless. This search is up to me. The area is big: my yard, all the neighbor’s yard, up the street, down the street, the apartments behind our house and a undeveloped wooded area. Time starts ticking. I have 30 minutes to find him.
Starting in Frankie’s yard, I look under every bush and tree. No luck. I check the front yard, then the neighbor’s house. I head down the street searching each yard, under every bush and every open area. No luck. No sign of Frankie.
How much time has passed?
I search the apartments behind my house. Nothing. Next is the dreaded undeveloped area next to the apartments. It’s not far from my house so he could have got in there. Bad news: it is thick with trees, bushes and vines. I look but there is no sign of Frankie.
It’s been more than an hour and I can feel my heart hollowing out and stomach filling with acid. I have to think. It takes Frankie 45 minutes to walk a mile. After an hour the chance of finding Frankie diminishes. In desperation, I revisit every square inch of my backyard. Again I check the whole neighborhood. Once more I search the apartments behind the house.
My stomach is not feeling any better. I am …read more
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