I was seven years old, seized with dread that my beloved creatures would die before the sun rose, but terrified by the idea of descending into the basement by myself in the middle of the night to save them.
We had five tiger salamanders in a terrarium in our cellar. I had woken up at 2 am with the realization that they hadn’…
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