I'll try to remember to feel ashamed about it later.
(If I've got some time).
Unfortunately since you last visited, tragedy has struck our otherwise peaceful home.
About a year ago, my oldest child Reid caught himself a little lizard from our backyard, and has devoted his time to caring for this creature. Bought him a fancy home. Caught him fly after fly after fly after FLY! Even treated him with some big, fat, juicy, disgusting worms.
He named this pet of his Doug. Because, according to Jarom, he liked to "dug" under his water dish.
Okay.
We said good-bye to Doug a few days ago. To be honest, the parents around here did not think he would ever make it this long. He was a wild little creature, after all. But Reid took such good care of him, and loved him to bits... he must have hung on for the sake of his dear master.
Even in death, Reid took excellent care of Doug. Organized a funeral and plot.
He's a sweet kid.
So long, Doug! May you rest in peace...