I remember when i got my first lizard, it was a bright green anole, i was about 10 years old. i can still remember my mothers screams when i told her it escaped and was runnung around the house... good times. now i tell her my bearded dragons escape, and she runs out of the house, screaming and cursing... ah good times. (was just yesterday)
I read your other post where you mentioned your relationship with your parents. Sounds alot like mine was when I lived with them. Thats why I moved out at sixteen, and then for some reason, we've had a pretty good relationship ever since. -Cristine
