Of Birds and Reptiles

I hung out at Red Deer Reptiles with B for a while today.  Giant (uncaged) macaw hated my guts... screamed and postured at me just because it knew I found it intimidating.  Snakes make me creepy crawly inside.  I'm quite sure that the big boa was large enough to swallow me whole.  And the variety of other assorted reptiles - skinks, bearded dragons, monitors, etc. - were impressive, but still make my chest a little bit tight with anxiety.  But there were two little guys that caught my attention...

I always had pet chameleons in Africa.  I had a theory that they would eat the mosquitoes in my bedroom so I wouldn't get malaria.  Four rounds of malaria later, I now know how wrong I was, but I still loved the little buggers with their beady eyes, speedy tongue, bad balance, and tri-toed slow-motion dance.  Two chameleons, much like the ones I grew up with, were for sale in the shop.  I've been saying recently that I'd like to get a dog and a house... you know - grow roots and stay somewhere.  I might have to edit the dream: a chameleon and a house.  Tell me they aren't the cutest little things on the planet...