My lizard has escaped. I didn't name her after 2 1/2 years, because I have always felt that names are a very mammalian trait. Now she is gone from her terrarium, with no sign of struggle. I miss the smart-alec looks she gave me, and the ruthlessness with which she devoured anything smaller than her. I hope that bearded dragons can live happily in the Texan summer of death, and that she has found a nice niche near bugs on our acre of land.
posted by Daniel @ 4/25/2005 02:56:00 PM
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I think it was inevitable. Lizzie went the way of Miles. I think it's going to be okay.
or i can hold on to the hope that she found a hot escaped beardie and they are cavorting about eating whatever they can get their mouths around.
"just some good ole lizards,
never meanin no harm,
beats all you ever saw,
been a part of Darwin's law
since the day they was born"
perhaps she just got tired of smash-head oggling her and decided to get while the getting was good. maybe she's cavorting in the back forty, chompin' on the juiciest of bugs and will reappear when she's vanquished them all. look for the morbidly obese lizard with a locust leg sticking out of her mouth.
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