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Picspam!
Kay, these are my awesome black Converseboot things. Or, you know, one of them.
And I was trying to get pictures of the lizards because they're adorable, but it's daytime when I'm taking these, right, so they're asleep. But not for long. Curious Lizard is the one we adopted year before last or so, a month or two after the other lizard, who's either named 13 or 15 (I'd have to look to check--the siblings think the first two we got have stupid names like Liz and Rainbow, but one's head markings looked like a 15 and the other like a 13, so I thought that was a more concise way of identifying them. Like Borg. Or Cylons.) lost its partner to eating too much gravel. As a result, he (whose previous owner named him Chaaarlie, but I tend to refer to with various affectionate names like Buddy or Curious Lizard or Idiot) is much much smaller than the other one. He's also pretty blind and I think rather narcoleptic, so he's hilarious to watch. We bonded when the combination of these factors lead to him not getting enough to eat when we fed both of them together (also because he was used to eating just a few crickets every few days rather than a lot every few weeks like the older one is) and being really really really skinny, and I had to hand feed him for a bit to fatten him back up.
Some of the hilarity comes from the aforementioned fact that he was used to eating every few days. He looks for food all the time (also prolly because he's younger than the other one) and thus is much more entertaining. Except scary, because he tries to climb up the walls of the cage but can't and falls down, sometimes into painful-looking positions. That's the biggest reason I'm afraid to bring him down to Springfield with me, is that I've gotten rather attached and I don't want to see him break himself in half when he tries another leap for food and folds down behind some piece of tank apparatus. He already popped his ear membrane thing recently, I think (the lighting's not the best in the cage as it's not itself lit, but I'm pretty sure there was blood in one of his ears), and he scarfed up the top of his head sliding down past someplace so I had to put antibiotic ointment on the scab on the top of his head for a while.
But because he's younger, he's also rather more adaptable (except for this cage climbing thing). When I put some mealworms in a dish in the cage for them because I was still involved in operation Fatten Skinnylizard Up, the older one still always lunged for them like she had to strike at the crickets before they went away. He learned after just 2 or 3 that he could get his face way up close and just sort of grab it. Though this may also have to do with that he's sort of blind. They both come and look right at me adorably sometimes (when they're awake) when I'm sitting in the chair next to the tank, though, all "OMG, it's the big mass of reddish color. Maybe this means FOOD."
Anyway. Picspam. This camera is horrible. It doesn't focus, it takes 10 seconds to take a picture, etc. etc. It's decent for pictures at a certain distance when you don't have to hurry, but anything else (meaning the stuff I like to do) it doesn't work for. That's why it's good it's Kaci's. This is a series. They are blurry and annoying, but I thought Curious Lizard earned his name with this set too well for me to delete them.
"*wakes up* Hey, whut? Lightning?"
"OH LOOK. It is the Hands of Food that spring from the Mass of Red Headfoliage."
"What's that they're holding?"
"Is it food?"
Kay, these are my awesome black Converseboot things. Or, you know, one of them.
And I was trying to get pictures of the lizards because they're adorable, but it's daytime when I'm taking these, right, so they're asleep. But not for long. Curious Lizard is the one we adopted year before last or so, a month or two after the other lizard, who's either named 13 or 15 (I'd have to look to check--the siblings think the first two we got have stupid names like Liz and Rainbow, but one's head markings looked like a 15 and the other like a 13, so I thought that was a more concise way of identifying them. Like Borg. Or Cylons.) lost its partner to eating too much gravel. As a result, he (whose previous owner named him Chaaarlie, but I tend to refer to with various affectionate names like Buddy or Curious Lizard or Idiot) is much much smaller than the other one. He's also pretty blind and I think rather narcoleptic, so he's hilarious to watch. We bonded when the combination of these factors lead to him not getting enough to eat when we fed both of them together (also because he was used to eating just a few crickets every few days rather than a lot every few weeks like the older one is) and being really really really skinny, and I had to hand feed him for a bit to fatten him back up.
Some of the hilarity comes from the aforementioned fact that he was used to eating every few days. He looks for food all the time (also prolly because he's younger than the other one) and thus is much more entertaining. Except scary, because he tries to climb up the walls of the cage but can't and falls down, sometimes into painful-looking positions. That's the biggest reason I'm afraid to bring him down to Springfield with me, is that I've gotten rather attached and I don't want to see him break himself in half when he tries another leap for food and folds down behind some piece of tank apparatus. He already popped his ear membrane thing recently, I think (the lighting's not the best in the cage as it's not itself lit, but I'm pretty sure there was blood in one of his ears), and he scarfed up the top of his head sliding down past someplace so I had to put antibiotic ointment on the scab on the top of his head for a while.
But because he's younger, he's also rather more adaptable (except for this cage climbing thing). When I put some mealworms in a dish in the cage for them because I was still involved in operation Fatten Skinnylizard Up, the older one still always lunged for them like she had to strike at the crickets before they went away. He learned after just 2 or 3 that he could get his face way up close and just sort of grab it. Though this may also have to do with that he's sort of blind. They both come and look right at me adorably sometimes (when they're awake) when I'm sitting in the chair next to the tank, though, all "OMG, it's the big mass of reddish color. Maybe this means FOOD."
Anyway. Picspam. This camera is horrible. It doesn't focus, it takes 10 seconds to take a picture, etc. etc. It's decent for pictures at a certain distance when you don't have to hurry, but anything else (meaning the stuff I like to do) it doesn't work for. That's why it's good it's Kaci's. This is a series. They are blurry and annoying, but I thought Curious Lizard earned his name with this set too well for me to delete them.
"*wakes up* Hey, whut? Lightning?"
"OH LOOK. It is the Hands of Food that spring from the Mass of Red Headfoliage."
"What's that they're holding?"
"Is it food?"