... I got to pat a charming lady Bearded Dragon called Puff.
I got to pat a Blue Tongue Lizard called Stumpy (names so because some miserable fucker attacked him with a spade and he lost a leg).
AND I got to pat a bebe Quokka who licked my hand with her tiny rose-petal tongue - best bit of the whole night.
Monday, December 15
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Wow - beats having a dog. I used to look after a neighbours son's pets, a Tarantula (very warm and likeable), a Blue Tongued Skink (good jaws, if you ever get your finger mistaken for the proffered grape), a really cute Gecko (that has sadly gone to the great dessert in the sky) and a large corn snake (evil viscious bastard). At one point there where two pirahna too... The Gecko was the fave, it used to sit on my shoulder when I fed the rest ;o)
Roo, the tragedy of it was I was not allowed to bring a single one home :(
That's quite some collection your neighbour's son had - the gecko sounds lovely. I remember eating outdoors at a place in Darwin watching the geckos chasing moths over the walls and ceiling. Cute little buggers.
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