Make That All-Dead Monday

Harry is dead.

He went quietly and peacefully, from what I can tell. He's moved on to the great beyond where all good lizards go. You see, he was a Chinese Water Dragon.

The five year old handled it pretty well until he asked if he could view the body. I debated letting him, but I thought maybe it would help give him closure (what...am I nuts??) Well, he started crying and it was all I could do not to go out and buy him six puppies on the spot. Luckily I came to my senses. Not before being roped into promising to buy him painted shell hermit crabs.

Soooo, hermit crabs. I put him off for awhile at least. We're going to have to make a big event of it. Go to the library, read up how not to kill them (Harry was, after all, our 3rd lizard). The boy got pretty jazzed when he realized you can get one with a shell painted like Spongebob. All is well.

God speed Harry the Lizard. May you find tall trees and fat crickets wherever your journey takes you.

Robin