I’m a Hufflepuff, too. I wonder if there’s a correlation between that house and ladies who read Westerns :-).
Placido Domingo, y’all. We’re all going to church together. (Uh-oh - but it was tolerable the last time.)
Tom’s lizard died! We think it starved because the other two ate all the lizards. Tom has taken custody of the anole Der Prinz bought for himself, so we don’t have to start the reptile care activity again.
A Telly Savalas and a pleasant Sunday morning to you, too.
Tom’s lizard must have been a timid little thing. Not even fighting for food.
When I was in TX, a little lizard about 2” long ran in my front door and hid in the bedroom. I have no clue what happened to it after that, but I was concerned that I would find a dessicated lizard when I moved.
About four months later, I was reading in bed and caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. It was the little lizard, crawling up the wall. I looked at him and he was really gaunt to the point that his eye were what I noticed.
I caught him in the waste basket, took him outside to the edge of the porch, and set him free in the grass. And I wished him a happy life. How he ever survived all that time is beyond me.