Well, I wanted an adventure, and I got one. An adventure that kept me up very late and cost me money. Let's start with the boring stuff. From 8-5 I taught. I had to start early and stayed later than I wanted because this group was not good. As human beings they were fine, as students, not so much. This was a private training for the one group I have been working with for a long time. Intermediate level material. When I got the class roster, I noticed that about half of the 15 names I didn't recognize as taking the intro class. That already put me on high alert. Turns out my fears were warranted. These people didn't think they needed the intro class but it quickly became apparent that they sure as hell did. We were so behind all day from questions that if they had been in the intro class would have never come up. It caused me to be irritated and flustered all day. I had to adjust material, answer questions that shouldn't have been asked, and the class moved at a snail's pace. When I finally finished, I was just exhausted. Too bad the universe had other plans for me.
About a week ago, B went into a local shop that she had heard about that sold axolotls. Her and her friend went in and she came home in tears. Turns out this store has absolutely no understanding of how to care or keep axies. The poor things were abused, half dying, and just messed up. This isn't even a pet store. It's a fucking head shop that happens to also sell "exotic" animals. AKA snakes, lizards, axies, kind of stuff. But they were killing these poor things. After calming down, she called them the next day and offered her services to help them take care of the axies. Help rehabilitate them, set them up in proper enclosures, etc. She spoke with the owner who said they would talk with their animal person and get back to them. Well, she gave them a week. As of yesterday she hadn't heard anything back. Her and friend went back to the store yesterday and conditions were even worse. One tank had two dead at the bottom rotting away. Somehow not managing to breakdown completely, she had her friend buy 5 of the axies to get them out of that hell hole. She would have taken the two remaining, but she didn't have enough on her. Needless to say, we now have five more axies. When she had first described to me the conditions, I thought she was exaggerating but when I saw the five she brought home, I exploded. This is straight up animal abuse. One probably didn't make it through the night. I didn't look yet, but it wouldn't eat, barely was moving, and is just a baby. Two of them have never been fed properly. There are two adults who are malnourished and one that is completely deformed from living in improper tank conditions. The other three are babies, two of whom we should be able to nurse and get growing. The third, well, like I said, he may be a lost cause. The two adults have gravel in their stomachs (axies should NEVER be in tanks with gravel as they will suck it up when they eat and it stays in their intestines) and you can tell they've never been fed live food. We hand fed everyone last night and they were so excited to have real worms. One of them kept throwing up because it had never had real food but just kept trying to eat. Don't, I am about to break down again. Look, you can hurt humans all you fucking want, but don't ever hurt animals on my watch. The store is damn lucky it was closed by the time all this went down because I was 30 seconds away from going over there, beating the shit out of the owner, and setting all the animals free. For the next few hours we hand fed these poor littles, set up proper holding tanks, and just tried to get them happy.
B is contacting the USDA to turn this shop in. Yes, the USDA. They are the ones who monitor this kind of stuff and they are obligated to follow up on any reports of animal abuse, improper care, etc. I think she did it all last night while I was sleeping. There are multiple online forms you have to complete for this. I told her she also needs to follow up with a phone and if she doesn't, I will today. I want this shop closed. I want this person fined, beaten, and out of business. I am still angry.
When that was all finally done, we had to go out. We needed food for them, food for the cats, and food for ourselves. We hit the pet store first, then because it was so late, McDonald's drive through. Which was horrible by the way. The entire time I have lived in this state, I have yet to have a McDonald's meal that didn't suck horribly. Seriously. There has been something wrong with my order every. single. time. Then we needed groceries. We ended up going to Walmart which was right around the corner. Why? Because B's friend had an EBT card with $500 on it that if she didn't spent it would go away. I don't get the details, but she needed to spend like $400 more or something to get the next set of benefits? I don't know. I was too flustered. Point is, she offered to buy $100 of groceries for us on her card. She was doing $100 for us, $100 for her mom, and $200 for her. Okay cool. Now there are limits on what can and can't be bought, so we ended up with two carts. A lot of what we needed was stuff she couldn't buy like paper products, cleaning products, etc. In the end, her cart had $85 of stuff for us, and ours had $50. Look, after everything, I was very grateful for this but I was also tired, angry, and dealing with Walmart morons didn't add to my mood. By the time we got back home it was almost 10. Then we needed to put everything away, check on the babies, and deal with normal stuff.
Somwhere around 1 I finally fell asleep. Today I have a 4 person class from 12-4 and the problem is my boss is on this class. He is interested in the material unfortunately. I say unfortunately because it means I have to be on the more professional side today. And I can't cut class early. I have to try and fill the full four hours. But once this class is over, I am done. Like done done.
Whew. There it is. Thursday adventure.