It's official. I have a brat dragon!!
Tonight I came home and dusted about 30 crickets in a baggie. He saw the bag and he thought they were dubia because that's what I show him when I come home with a bag of dubia.
His feet were dangling off of his basking spot and when he saw the bag he went from lounging to LUNGING out of his viv! He ran so fast Im surprised he didn't grow wings.
I put about 20 phoenix worms in the feeding tub then put him in there, and he waited for a couple minutes, probably waiting for dubia. Then he gobbled them up. I then tossed the crickets into his feeding tub, and looked at me and he sat there, letting the crickets crawl on him, one even went onto his head and he had to shake it off. He became bored with the crickets and climbed out of the feeding tub.
I then fed him two horn worms on a plate which he gobbled up. Then I thought I would be clever and grabbed one of the dusted, fat crickets with the tweezers and put it in front of him.
He LITERALLY raised his snout in the air and stared at me. Then he turned around and walked briskly about two feet away from me, and with just turning his head, he turned to stare back at me, until I went over and picked him up and put him outside to do his poop thing. He pooped after about 5 minutes of sitting on a warm flat rock (at least he doesn't protest that, as it has become a daily routine), and then he started walking toward some small rocks. He then proceeded to lick several of the rocks as he walked along the edge, to which I replied...Yes, that's a rock, (lick) and that's a rock, (lick) and that's a rock...(lick)and.... But he was seemingly ignoring me.
When I bent down to pick him up and carry him inside, he knew I was going to take him inside so he black bearded me down past his chest...his whole underside, upper body turned charcoal black in protest.
I won the argument, and we went inside.
I honestly would not believe tonight's "conversations" with his body language, if I had not seen them and been an active participant in them myself.
What a goofball.
So, now I guess I will be entertaining the idea of either ordering dubia by groups of 200 being that he can easily sock away 35 mediums in one setting. Or starting my own colony. Or both at the same time.
BRAT!
On second thought, maybe he DID win.
Tonight I came home and dusted about 30 crickets in a baggie. He saw the bag and he thought they were dubia because that's what I show him when I come home with a bag of dubia.
His feet were dangling off of his basking spot and when he saw the bag he went from lounging to LUNGING out of his viv! He ran so fast Im surprised he didn't grow wings.
I put about 20 phoenix worms in the feeding tub then put him in there, and he waited for a couple minutes, probably waiting for dubia. Then he gobbled them up. I then tossed the crickets into his feeding tub, and looked at me and he sat there, letting the crickets crawl on him, one even went onto his head and he had to shake it off. He became bored with the crickets and climbed out of the feeding tub.
I then fed him two horn worms on a plate which he gobbled up. Then I thought I would be clever and grabbed one of the dusted, fat crickets with the tweezers and put it in front of him.
He LITERALLY raised his snout in the air and stared at me. Then he turned around and walked briskly about two feet away from me, and with just turning his head, he turned to stare back at me, until I went over and picked him up and put him outside to do his poop thing. He pooped after about 5 minutes of sitting on a warm flat rock (at least he doesn't protest that, as it has become a daily routine), and then he started walking toward some small rocks. He then proceeded to lick several of the rocks as he walked along the edge, to which I replied...Yes, that's a rock, (lick) and that's a rock, (lick) and that's a rock...(lick)and.... But he was seemingly ignoring me.
When I bent down to pick him up and carry him inside, he knew I was going to take him inside so he black bearded me down past his chest...his whole underside, upper body turned charcoal black in protest.
I won the argument, and we went inside.
I honestly would not believe tonight's "conversations" with his body language, if I had not seen them and been an active participant in them myself.
What a goofball.
So, now I guess I will be entertaining the idea of either ordering dubia by groups of 200 being that he can easily sock away 35 mediums in one setting. Or starting my own colony. Or both at the same time.
BRAT!
On second thought, maybe he DID win.
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