Dexter_Dragon
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I let Dex out this afternoon to roam. He found a huge sun spot on the living room rug and seemed content to laze there and bask. As the fe-lion was in my office and Ozbone was in my son’s room, I figured he was fine there for a bit and went back to my office to work. About 10 minutes later I went out to check on him and he was gone. I mean, I checked all his usual hang outs and couldn’t find him. Panic set in and I started the frantic search. Under the couch, nope, under the chair, nope, kitchen, nope, under dining room table, nope, under plant stands, nope, did he wander far enough and go in the bathroom? Nope.
Holy snicker doodles! I had to take deep breaths and calm down. Kept calling to him and wiggled his worm container with no results. Now I know that bugger was somewhere, but where? Took another deep breath and went through the rooms again. Walked into my dining room and searched again in his usual spots (under the plant stands near the windows, under the table, under the baker’s rack, nope). Looked at the little stand beside the door and thought, “No he couldn’t fit under that. He’s too fat.” Looked anyway. Aha!
How he managed to get himself through the narrow gap between the decorative wooden front of the stand and the floor is beyond me. He’s a chunky one. Once he got through the gap the stand actually widens up so he could lay with his head raised. And there he was sprawled and content as could be looking at me. Not even caring that he scared the crap outta me. I had to pick the stand up and move it so I could get him. Lol Checked him over to make sure he didn’t hurt himself getting in there and scolded him while I put him back into his tank. He ignored me and made himself all comfortable on his basking rock and set to warming himself up. Little turd!
Holy snicker doodles! I had to take deep breaths and calm down. Kept calling to him and wiggled his worm container with no results. Now I know that bugger was somewhere, but where? Took another deep breath and went through the rooms again. Walked into my dining room and searched again in his usual spots (under the plant stands near the windows, under the table, under the baker’s rack, nope). Looked at the little stand beside the door and thought, “No he couldn’t fit under that. He’s too fat.” Looked anyway. Aha!
How he managed to get himself through the narrow gap between the decorative wooden front of the stand and the floor is beyond me. He’s a chunky one. Once he got through the gap the stand actually widens up so he could lay with his head raised. And there he was sprawled and content as could be looking at me. Not even caring that he scared the crap outta me. I had to pick the stand up and move it so I could get him. Lol Checked him over to make sure he didn’t hurt himself getting in there and scolded him while I put him back into his tank. He ignored me and made himself all comfortable on his basking rock and set to warming himself up. Little turd!
now the problem, will she try and eat it? Probably...
