Sometimes I forget my dragons are alive, usually spending most of their time under the UVB bulb licking each other. I get worried so, I bring them downstairs with me to my parents room, park them on the desk and my self to do my 'homework'. Skokie decides to venture into the cluttered corners of the desk, trying to crawl up bills and drawers that she can't get traction on. Radio, on the other hand, likes to survey the land on a glasses case before making a beeline for behind the monitor. Their punishment is usually having to sit on my shoulders, but then they just crawl down my arm and jump to the desk. I need to make them a cardboard adventure box before my mom bans them from a fifty foot radius of her computer. They haven't pooped yet! But someday....