DH and I set out to buy paint. First, we sidetracked through the car wash to get rid of the nasty purply berries smooshed on my car (shoulda knowed better than to park under that tree!). Car wash sprang a hydraulic leak just before my car started through, so they halted things a bit, then washed my car by hand instead. Phew! Dodged that possible yikes. But it delayed us. By the time we got to the paint store, it was closed. Rather than waste the gas we used getting to that area, we called our daughter to come meet us on her way home from work. She and DH wanted to finally get started on their new hobby. Frogs. And maybe a small lizard of some sort. Both of them really wanted a chameleon instead but their needs and cost are a bit more involved. So there they were, looking at some tiny frogs and more or less nondescript brownish lizards with spiny things. Not all that inspiring. I was left to wander. Yeah, me. Wandering in a pet shop. You'd think the people I live with would know better, wouldn't you??? But no, there I was, surrounded by all manner of puppies, lots of small mammals, including some bunnies, and of course the more exotic types, including a baby blue and gold macaw begging for attention in between a baby moluccan cockatoo and probably a baby umbrella cockatoo but I didn't really look under it's crest or wings to see the color. I cuddled the babies a bit, mostly the macaw because he chased the 'toos off each time I scritched one of them. So, did the folks come home with their intended frogs? Oh, of course not! No, we came home with Betty and Wilma.
Cute, ain't they? LOL
It's my fault. After playing with those fascinating exotic animals and knowing what amazing critters live here with me, I just couldn't let them settle for those kind of ok but really not very exciting frogs, now could I? Frogs you can't hold. Frogs that like to hide so you can't see them very often. Sure, they're much cheaper. But nothing's too good for my loved ones!!! (Yeah, I can rationalize pretty much anything I want.)
Wilma (on the left) and Betty are veiled chameleons, about 5 months old. Knowing which one is which is going to be a challenge. They change colors. Not only that, they change shape. And size, too. So before we get a chance to figure out which one has what distinguishing physical characteristic, they switch em on us! Kind of fun. But here's the thing. They eat bugs. Sometimes plants. Mostly bugs. Bugs that also have to be fed and dusted ala shake n bake with lizard supplements to properly nourish these green things with googly eyes that rotate independant of each other and are almost never looking straight on together as in Wilma's photo. One of the few times those eyes focus together is when they spot prey - yeah, those worms or crickets or (oh, gross!!!) cockroaches (which Wilma and Betty can just jolly well scratch off their menu cause ain't no way in hell I'm volunatarily bringing a nasty cockroach into my house). Once they spot the prey, they cover their tongues in a kind of sticky saliva, s l o w l y o p e n
m o u t h ... and zingthwipslurp suck down a juciy bug. Prett cool, huh??