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This week we were confronted with the death of our pet gecko Cornelius. My son who was sort of "in charge" of Cornelius decided that death was a side effect  of losing his tail about a month ago after he got scared by our very curious cats.  Did you know that gecko's drop their tails when they get spooked by a predator and that the tail wiggles briefly to distract the predator? We learned all this and more this past month.

Yes, death is a side effect of the events of our lives.

The next day, my son overheard me discussing  the health of our elderly aunt.  He wanted to know if she had some kind of "itis".  No, I said, "No "Itis", she is just getting older".  She, like us all, is experiencing the side effects of living.
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