We buried him tonight. My daughter was in bits, more so than when our cats have passed on, I don't know why. It's hard to deal with a grieving child when all you want to do is wallow in your own misery. I don't want another lizard, it's such a huge responsibility as they tend to live longer than cats and dogs and need micro-managing.
He was funny. He fathered babies (unintentionally on my part, my local shop believe they were the first captive bred Berbers). He loved climbing curtains even though he wasn't exactly shaped for climbing! He scared the life out of me by going missing for a couple of hours by burying himself in pot plants until I found him and dug him out! He once went missing for months until my mum found him under the washing machine and he'd come out at night and eat the cat food. I don't know, you spend £100's on the perfect heating and lighting for your vivarium and he was just as healthy looking after months under a washing machine with no special food or vits and mins!
I'm really going to miss the little monster.
Calories (noun) The little creatures that sit inside your wardobe and sew your clothes a little bit tighter every night.