<a href=http://www.ozweegoville.com/Chron/images/george.jpg target=_NEW><img src=http://www.ozweegoville.com/Chron/images/george.jpg border=0 width=300 align=left></a>Everybody, meet my new buddy George!

I traveled to the other side of D-Town today to pick up him up. I didn’t realize I wouldn’t be getting him there, but I figured I’d check out the Denver Reptile scene.

Boy, is it a big scene.

Reptile stores everywhere here.

I went to one yesterday called "Scales N’ Tails" and they had everything from hermit crabs to alligators. I’m not even joking. Monitor Lizards. Who could even care for a stinkin monitor lizard? Oh god, anyways, they had everything. Scorpions, frogs, lizards, snakes … everything. It was creepy too, I bent over to take a peek at the baby geckos(and by babies I mean still in the eggs) and I leaned back, only to feel my butt against a tank that had the biggest snake I’ve ever seen, EVER in real life.

Crazy.

They had a ton of geckos, but unfortunately I didn’t buy one, they were way overpriced. Now before you go all crazy on me, I had every intention of paying 10=15 bucks more at a local pet store than say Petco/PetSmart. Just trying to help the little guys out, but the place I went to yesterday was absurd.

So I headed over to another place today. Very cool people there, and again, they had a ton of weird creepy crawlies. They had a great selection of pretty much everything, geckos included. There were 3 or 4 in a tank, and believe it or not this dude came up to see the glass, just to see what I was all about. The price was right and so I took him home.

Curious little bugger, and with following the footsteps of Bill, I named him George, a not so exotic name for an exotic pet.

He’s one cool dude. We already had dinner tonight, which I hope is a routine for us. Surprising on his first night too, I thought he’d wait a couple days to eat given his new environment but I was mistaken. I think he’s pretty happy actually.

I’m happy. Just having another breathing soul in my apartment makes it that less lonely, and that much more enticing to want to come home.

So here is to you George *raises my beer mug*, may you live a long healthy life, may we dine like kings for the rest of our days and may the Gods keep the wolves in the hills and the women in our beds!!

Cheers Mate!