The only time I’ve ever interacted with a reptile for any length of time was during the few months in college that I owned a small iguana, which I’ll admit I purchased mostly for the humor value in naming it “Fluffy.”  I never trained him to do anything, but I was amused by the things he would do instinctively, such as swim in the bathtub, and the things he thought were a good idea to do, such as attempting to eat resistors off of protoboards.


Sorry I’m late this week!  I have no excuse beyond the standard lack of time, plus the fact that my son’s seventh birthday was this past weekend, and part of my brain is still in that Chuck E Cheese, drowned in the sound of happy children screaming their prompted praises of a giant pizza-slinging mouse.  We still have leftover pizza if anyone wants any.