Watching my pet water dragon is much more entertaining than any television program I’ve sloshed through since my Saturday morning cartoon days.
The little guy is a goofball, rolling around his cage with bursts of energy, sometimes appearing as curious and witful as an ancient owl, sometimes as dumb as a lightblind moth.
His name is Ganon. He is green and his tail is twice as long as the rest of his body. He loves to swim, bask in the glow of his heat lamp, jump frightening distances, tease cats, and stare at crickets (Eating is not one of his favorite things. He can sometimes be quite the polar opposite of his caregiver.)
Caring for him brings me great joy. His safety and comfort are of great concern to me, but not his gender, or the importance of how I define him as a ‘him’ without knowing if he is a ‘he’ or a ‘she’.
And he has inspired me to do something I have been too stressed, depressed, and lazy to do in several weeks, maybe even a month or two, and that is write. I haven’t updated my sporadic blog in much longer than that, and his little scaly awesomeness drew my fingers to the keyboard and focused my mind on a topic I wanted to talk about.
The little dude is going crazy right now, freaking out about all the birds squawking and squeaking outside the window.
Thanks Ganon. I needed something to start me up again.
