Or New Year’s Day either. Nor resolutions. So I’m shutting up about it right now.
So we have a Bearded Dragon in our house. She doesn’t have wings and I’ve never seen her breathe fire. She’s only a foot or so long. The cat would certainly re-phrase that last sentence by dropping “only”. When the teenage boys brought this lizard home about a month ago, she was nameless. Their dad – my boyfriend – wanted to call her T-Rex. Assumed it was a male. I called it Fluffy. I can’t say why. The lure of irony maybe. “Fluffy” stuck – even before we saw her lay eggs.
Fluffy has escaped her terrarium twice, slipping out an open door and exploring a bit of the yard. Her tail was pointing toward the sky (a sign of lizard happiness) when we found her. We keep the door shut now, and let her explore the house instead. If she spots a fly that tail goes up again…Go, Fluffy, skittit!
Here’s the rest of the story…end of the century, end of the decade, end of the season…Fluffy wants what we all want — a little life!! Stay tuned.