u/Confident_East_1357

This is my first time getting more than 3 geckos in at a time so I’m not sure what to expect I know the lineage will be written on the deli cups and I have quarantine spaces set up for each of them. They are all between 5 and 25 g. The main thing I’m wondering is if I should get them into my catalogue when they arrive or if I should wait a week or two before trying to take initial weights and stuff. Also what would you do for a naming system? All my current geckos have individual names, but I’m not sure if I can come up with 10 names on the spot.
Let me know if there’s anything that I should do that I have not thought of.

She was never okay.

From the moment her eyes opened seeing the world
for the first time in the blurry bright way baby’s do.
She cried.
Not just cried.
Screamed

When she turned 1 she knew beer and rage though she didn’t know what it was
she didn’t understand but she felt it in the way kids do. She doesn’t remember but it is carried in every part of her young soul until the moment she died.

When she was 7 she learned even school wasn’t safe. It wasn’t hard for her like it is now she didn’t understand why kids were so mean. Wood-chips and scraped knees
Laughing but she was the joke.

At 9 she realized love was conditional a thing she maybe always knew deep down.
She stoped watching Disney because in her reality the girl never got the perfect guy or the happy ending without the lies.

Soon after her 11th birthday Her parents stopped being hero’s and she realized that maybe they never were the super heroics of her dreams. She had to see a lady every week the lady always had a clipboard in hand and a look of pity on her jaded face.
the girl heard the word abuse for the first time. The same unchanged look on the clipboard ladies face. The girl was furious maybe not even that. maybe just Empty.

At 13 she learned to take comfort in her pain no longer trying to hide it, especially at night when the world was quiet her Mind especially loud.
She got many labels non felt comfortable or right for her.
but she didn’t argue she knew not to.

When she was 14 she rediscovered the anger creeping through her veins like they were old friends who didn’t talk but not strangers. the very anger she hated. Her legacy.
At this point She learned no matter how much she bled her DNA would never change.

At 17 she wasn’t in the grave
but she was already dead slowly dying from the second she was born.
You have to understand she was born this was

she was never okay.

I love like a dog,

but not a cheerful puppy begging under the table waiting for any scraps little hands may drop.

Not like a silver muzzled shepherd steady, confident and kind

I love like a dog who knows her own teeth a little too well.
I love like a big “scary” dog who flinches a little too easily.
I love like the unwanted mutt you see in the shelter as i watch all the puppies go home one by one.

I am thinking about selling some of my geckos but I really want them to go to good places and have proper setups so is it okay to ask?