They are great pets as long as you get them young and get them used to being handled.
Uhhhh . . . what’s great about a cold blooded . . . reptoid?
They aren’t warm and fuzzy.
I doubt they sit up and beg.
They probably don’t do flips.
I doubt they fetch.
I doubt they can play frisbee.
They might be able to do a good imitation of rolling over and playing dead on a sunny day.
They might be good for scaring away neighborhood kiddies.
But really—in what ways do they make great pets?
Petting such a pet . . . must be a lot like . . . uhhhh
petting Helen Thomas’ crusty scalp . . .
or Nancy Puhlousey’s crusty lying tongue . . .
not my cuppa tea.