I've done what I thought was a bunch of research on a bladder stone since Bob died, and I thought that I was really doing right by him, and I have my male / female named Mary Knobby... so anyway Bob had a big bladder stone and died from the surgery, so I've been real conscious about soaking and diet. Mary K used to break through a cinder block wall to go into the box turtle pond and she drank and she'd hang out in there.... I realize it's mixing a whole bunch of different species but sometimes that's just tough poop... anyway Mary and I were working in her pen and I was just a few feet away from her and all the sudden I heard this noise... a really really loud and kinda hollow... kind of scared me and then I turned around looked at her cuz nobody else was around and she was up on all fours and she was pushing out the biggest pile of urates you ever saw... to make this long story short I walked over and I picked up that pile of urates with two fingers and you know just my hand it was that not solid but it wasn't right and I started poking around it and then I found three bladder stones that are just a little bit bigger than a marble, now I'm hauling water from my house down the stairs out there to soak her in warm water. So I'm scared and what is the reason so I'm scared is for what I just told you about Mary and I have experience with bladder stones... you know why...because next Monday is August 15th and that means it's exactly seven years since my Bob died and Bob died from a big bladder stone. Frankly...there are no words. This was the best Sulcata ever...