So after 36 years
, my #1 favorite store Fry's Electronics is no more.
Chalk it up as another casualty of Corona Virus, and everyone buying their electronics online.
The kids loved going there, and even they are heartbroken.
I've mentioned this store plenty of times in the past, as it's been such a CRUCIAL part of me being who i am today: an electrical engineer with TONS of computer knowledge!
The last time i did
a major PC upgrade
, i purchased parts from that store.
First it was
. And now this.
Here's their notice from their (no doubt soon defunct) website:
Goodbye, dear Fry's. And thank you for everything.
Maggie was back at school for a whole two weeks, and predictably, got sick. Having pretty much zero
exposure to germs for over a year will do that do you. And then she graciously gives it to me. The day before we're supposed to get together with the cousins, for Easter!
Can you believe it? LAME. So instead of being all excited and energetic on Saturday with the girl cousins, I'm foggy, and laying in bed half the day. I end up rallying, but it was still crappy. And then choosing to go to a THREE HOUR EASTER VIGIL that night wasn't a super bright idea either.
But with all sorts of new games i planned out, the kids still had a FANTASTIC time!
I just felt lousy & congested, with lots of snot. Finally felt better by Wednesday, so only 4 days down & out.
Must have been the Corona!!
Spottyanna Jones makes a break for it!
After over four years, the other night I left the top of the cage open, juuuuuuust a crack.
It was by accident, of course. I was distracted, it was dark, and didn't close it completely after feeding him. An inch was all he needed to see opportunity and promise...
So the next morning, after having packed & on my way out the door to pickup the minions, I quickly go to feed Spotty a juicy grub. And to my HORROR I realize my error from the night prior, and .... and empty terrarium.
I panic. I check again, and again. Yep, there is most definitely no toad in the terrarium. Panicking, I grab the flashlight. I carefully
start tearing apart everything in the vicinity.
I look under the fridge, the stove, amongst boxes nearby.
The challenge here is that this a toad, the size of perhaps a half-dollar. He is tiny and FRAGILE. I could easily crush him by just moving things around, if I'm not careful.
I check the hallway, the bathroom, the bedroom. I look under the bed. Wow, that's a lot of dust bunnies! I'll have to clean that later...
I'm a bit worried now, and start thinking of crazy things. I start guessing myself. What if he *jumped* into the toilet? Did I look inside before I flushed it this morning? What if he go into the shower drain? Could he have escaped through a window?!
I move to the living room. I check underneath dig-dug, which is far too narrow, and I'm worried that I'd have to move it. I look under the arm chair, under the couch (more dust bunnies), ON the couch, between the cushions.
I realize that it's late. 20 minutes late. I figure i'll go grab the kids, and they can help me hunt. So I pickup the game-haul from the corner to load it into the car and WALLAH!
There it is. A gargantuan ball of dust and hair, the size of a tennis ball. Upon closer inspection, there's a toad in there. somewhere
As fast a bolt of lightening, in one motion, I leap into the kitchen and pour a large bowl of water in the sink. I run back, swoop up this collection of dirt, and *gently* plop it into the bowl.
There's some movement. Not a lot, mind you. The hair is tangled up in his toes and he has trouble moving. With the precision of a surgeon, I gently start pulling off clods of dust and dirt. With every tiny piece removed, I can make out more of a toad. Free in the water, each movement of Spottyanna, frees him a bit more from the muck he's entangled himself into. After a few minutes, he's free of the debris. I take the bowl into his terrarium, and gently scoop him back into his pond.
Startled at first, he hops out of the water, and sits in his favorite corner, no doubt contemplating what he's done. Nobody puts toady in a corner. There he sits, unmoved, for about two days, simply terrified of his ordeal.
Well, it's been two weeks now, and I'm happy to report that Mr. Jones is back to his toad self. He's hopping, and playing and hunting crickets like it's his job. Because, well, it is. Literally. That's all he does. It's the "universal basic income," except for toads.
I don't know why he did it. He had it all, really. Perhaps it was
? I don't know if he's learned his lesson: That the world is a big, bad, dusty & hairy place. I sure hope he has.
But I also don't aim to find out.