User blog:AdorableEspurr193/Let's talk about Tiny

I've had lots of pets over the years.

I'll just list them all before we get onto the subject (and their very sad deaths).

Alfie: A red, old, pretty fish. He just randomly died one day.

Sky: A parakeet. He escaped when I was on vacation with my mom and the babysitter didn't know that they could escape out of their cage.

Cloud: Sky's mate. My mom changed the position of the bird's white vitamin from horizontal to vertical, and she didn't recognize it. Looking for vitamins, she crept into a white vase, got stuck, and died.

Starbrain, Unfeathers/Baby, and Daredevil: The 3 surviving babies of Sky and Cloud. Starbrain was the calm, smart one, Unfeathers was like Starbrain but younger, and Daredevil was the one who liked to bite people and hang by one foot from the top of the cage. They escaped on the same day as Sky.

Bradley: A guinea pig colored brown and white. He was the only guinea pig left in the store I went to, with torn and tattered ears. He lived a long life of 6 years.

Twitcher: A bunny that I still have and that sparked a my ideas for writing. He also gave me a passion for loving bunnies. I'll talk about Twitcher in another post.

Lucky: A golden retriever that I got as a present when I passed a gifted test and got into a gifted school. Due to stress and peer pressure, my mom had to give him away. He's happier now.

Chippy: A random cricket that I found living in the apartment 3 days ago. He escaped this morning and I think he got vaccumed up by someone cleaning the hallway outside. (Edit: I literally just heard her chirping. He's fine.)

And finally, Tiny.

Tiny is my lizard. When I was younger, I liked to go out catching lizards when I visited my relatives in California. Last year, I wanted to go out and relive my old memories by trying to catch one or two before releasing them. I failed a LOT of times, and one day I was going to give up when I spotted a hilariously small lizard on a rock, baskign in the sun. It had markings like a leopard and it's eyes were closed with content. I crept over to it and put one hand next to it. Surprised, it turned it's head to stare at my arm, and when it was distracted I grabbed it. It stayed prefectly still in my hand, likely too surprised to run, and it just stared at me. I brought it inside to show my family and then took it outside to let it go. I put it down and it ddn't move, it just stared at me. I waited about 10 minutes, then took it back inside. I figured that it was still scared, so I decided to keep it overnight. In the morning, I tried releasing it again. It didn't go. My grandparents told me that it was attached to me, so I kept it. I named it Tiny and found out that it was a female. My cousins came over and were really angry once I told them that I caught a lizard. My younger cousin (only one month younger than me) told me that it was going to die if I kept it any longer. I didn't listen and just kept Tiny where she was. I made a terrarrium out of a big plastic bin and desert dust and rocks. I put her under a lamp so she'd stay warm. Tiny was alive and well for way longer than anyone thought she would be. I went to get her ten crickets every 2 days (she eats 4 when I put them in and the rest overnight, then she's full for a day), and she was happy.

After vacation, I came back to Washington (I live in Washington). I was a bit worried that Tiny couldn't adjust to the city enviornment, but she didn't seem to notice the changes at all. Tiny now eats lots of different bugs, such as pill bugs, mealworms, spiders, and large ants.

So yeah. That's Tiny.