Congratulations to Mama Badger and Kristan. I'll be emailing you for your addresses.
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Meanwhile, weird little story.
In our entry hall, we have some fake bamboo (in our yard we have a huge garden of the real stuff).
Yesterday, Hubs says all frantically, "Holy shit, there's a chameleon in the bamboo."
And there was. Don't look for it in that shot up above, didn't get the shot.
Lying along a stalk like he thought it was the real stuff.
We had no idea how it got there.
We were late to an event with a time frame, so we left it there. I wanted to come back and get a photo of it.
When we returned home, I had forgotten about the little guy.
In this shot, notice BC's water and food bowls and how they sit next to the bamboo....
We get home and Hubs is all in another upset.
Did I mention he can't handle lizards? Geckos. Chameleons. I am in charge of catching them and taking them outside. He thinks nothing of the giant cockroaches over here and will smash one silly. Which totally grosses me out.
In our marriage he is the cockroach killer and I am the lizard catcher.
But I digress.
Hubs is freaking out because the chameleon had somehow landed in BC's water bowl.
OK. Just picture a lizard lying across this.
I was really bummed and felt a bit responsible for the horrible drowning. Hubs could not bring himself to lift the water bowl with the dead chameleon floating on top.
When I did, the little fucker started swimming and clawing up the sides.
I have to say it was a bit startling.
However, I carried the bowl outside and poured the water slowly onto the real bamboo and the chameleon jumped on out and found himself a stalk.
I swear he looked right at me and I think I heard a faint thank-you muchly.