Surviving the Real World

Blood runs thicker than water. That’s what ‘they’ say anyway. Who are these [people] to say things like that? As my human mother cares for me, the water runs clear, and clean, and fresh, and I am happy to survive in this creative environment; without all the gooey cells and mucous and platelets. This brings to note that water should not run thick in the first place! Maybe it does somewhere’s, but alas, my human and I, we live in a land of fantasy and delusion. She, the writer, me, the spoiled little cold blooded reptile. I am daily catered to with otherwise nothing but time on my flippers for deep water explorations and surface observances. Not to mention the glorious times of day whence upon I may take to basking. It is surely a delightful part of my existence. Now, mind you, all these wonderful things about my life shan’t make it a fairytale….. Actually, what am I saying? I don’t live in the real world. I live in a world created for me. Remember, where the water runs clean and clear. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ‘Tis funny how the world is, where some animals such as myself will not care for their young beyond an age. From embryos in a sac to toddlers. Yet, this human will care for my own self (as well as she does for other non-germanes) for decades. --- My mother human went away for several days. There was another human that cared for me while my mother was gone. He did a fine job, but I sure did miss my mother. She has a special way of loving me in that I would hate to live alone in the real world where my blood mother just laid my egg and walked away. So, I’m glad my human mother is back home to care for me. If blood runs thicker than water… well, I think it’s safe to say that whatever ‘they’ say is not always 100 percent statistically accurate.