After a few days of living in my sippy cup, the lizard finally has a new home. I’m sure it doesn’t care, so long as it gets bugs to eat, but I want my cup back.
Yep, that’s one lucky stowaway. One benefit to being here is that most of my friends still live here. After posting on Facebook to see if anyone wanted to house itty bitty lizard, I got a message from a friend who offered me a nice terrarium for cheap. Sure, he was trying to make money off of me, but I still made out like a bandit. This setup is about $150 new, and he asked $30 for it. I couldn’t say no! Happy lizard, happy Kara.
I haven’t picked out a name yet because, well, I’m not 100% sure of gender yet since it’s a juvenile. Lizard works, I guess. 😉
My Dad asked me to prune his bonsai since his diabetes and insulin pump don’t take kindly to post oral surgery friendly foods. His hands are a little shaky. And my hands are a little worthless. I can’t even cut my fingernails, so I declined, but I did read a little bit about bonsai care just for the hell of it.
It’s pretty cool stuff. I’ve always wanted a bonsai, but I can’t even keep a bamboo plant alive. It’s fucking sad. These require daily watering because they become root bound in shallow pots and the soil mixture is mostly rock so it doesn’t hold moisture. I think I’ll stick with growing onions by accident.