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.
The reptile-care lesson here is that we shouldn’t keep two different species in the same habitat. It’s like trying to have other fish in with the Bettas!
We survived Mass, but Vlad bit me on the neck during the “Lamb of God,” and Anoreth had to keep her hand over James’s mouth because he was being the Skipper, and the Skipper is really loud. (Der Prinz has bought three seasons of “Gilligan’s Island” on DVD. I am underwhelmed by this.)