We have many more friends here at Lizardplanet.com since the last Halloween. We’ve been very busy from having moved to a different home recently, and thus, will not conduct mass photo-taking on this day. We (well just myself, really) had fun with photos last year! For our new friends & followers, whom did not see the photo shoots of Lil’ Murph below, I am showing them this year. I hope they make you smile.
A bit about Murph-proofing a room: This is likened to child-proofing, but for a curious lizard.
When I am about to spend time in a particular room of our home, for example, the kitchen, when I need to clean or rinse fruit and chop veggies, I block the kitchen exit so Lil’ Murph can explore and get exercise. When I am tending to matters on the computer, I shut a door and block another doorway.
Doing this involves a mental checklist:
Have I Murph-proofed adequately? This means seeing there are no what-nots on the floor he may lick, block (with a picture frame or book, etc.) crevices he can wiggle into wherein I cannot retrieve him or where I would need to move large pieces of furniture (for fear of injuring him in the process) in order to get him.
Scoop Murph up and out of his cage. Place his little bell under his chin poof and tie it loosely. This helps me to always have a general idea where he is. Where the jingling stops behind or beside me is where he has paused to ponder his next adventure!
Keeping Murph in a room with me means keeping humans and brother Dog out. I tread lightly, I know he is walking around, I will not step on him or roll the chair onto him. I only trust myself with his safety at this time.
Seems as though I have covered all the bases, correct? No chance of anything happening… right?
Well, you see, when a lizard slowly climbs up the back side of a curtain, their bell does not jingle! So here I sit at the computer, and I hear: Scratch… scratch, scrape scratch, scrape scratch… scratch… thud!! My head raises in alert curiosity, followed by concern.
I turn toward the afore mentioned ruckus. I have no visual on the Murphster! I flee to the scene of the thud in question. Murph is A.W.O.L. I begin frantically, yet gently, scooting a box and my boots! I swayed aside an unusually heavy curtain and saw this attached to it:
“Murphy!!?! You’re… well, why on Earth… What were you… ? Awww come here!
He’s like, “You know what, I think I’m okay with this. I’ll just chill for a bit, thusly!”
“Why do you assume I was not happy in my new-found position? Stop scooting me out!”
He keeps me busy!
“Give me Lizardry or give me Death!” – Dawn Renee♥