Good Mourning
Alas, I just got a call from Fin that my lizard, Godzilla, has died. My parents didn't even have the courtesy to tell me. She had the nerve to just stick him in the ground, like a bloody peasant. I would have made him a funeral pyre. I got the Zilla for my birthday in 4th grade, and even though he has biten me more times than I can remember, I respected his tenacity. It's strange to think that he won't be there when I go back to Houston...