I know this is a repeat of many other posts, but I just wanted to say that I think the original post is incredible and think it should be displayed at pet stores and offered in pamphlets when people buy bearded dragons. My son wanted a bearded dragon and when we visited them in pet stores (all housed together) they were so "loving" and we were told that they liked companions and they would be better off if we got two. Years later, my son used his birthday money to purchase our dragon, Murtagh. He has been a great lizard and we all enjoy him very much. However, when he was two months old, I was looking for a class pet for my new teaching position and thought I would buy another bearded dragon. I went to Pet Smart and asked about gender and cohabitation and all that. They told me that I needed to clean out Murtagh's cage to remove his smell and then they could live together, when Loki wasn't at school with me. I did this and put Loki in with Murtagh. They did this adorable "waving" thing which we thought was adorable. Then Murtagh raced at Loki. We weren't sure what that was all about, but we got Loki out of there and put him/her (we thought she was a her, but never actually knew) in a separate terrarium. We would let them hang out together outside the terrarium on a heating pad. They would seem to cuddle up together. We thought they liked each other, disregarding Murtagh's aggressive behavior in the terrarium. (Murtagh would also stare into Loki's terrarium constantly, a bit creepily.) I had hoped that when they both got big, they would be mates. Murtagh had a close call one day because my son put a toad in his terrarium. Murtagh bit the toad and began seizing. We googled it and discovered we were in big trouble. We soaked him in salt water, forced fluids after projectile vomiting, and this ended with my son palpitating his heart and blowing air in his nose for two hours before Murtagh finally woke up. This was around 15 hours of horror. I brought Murtagh in the next day to class and put him in Loki's terrarium. The students usually held the dragons during class, but it was planning and I was sitting 2 feet away from the terrarium. When the students came in, I went to get Loki for them to hold. I picked up the rock he always hid under and his leg was dangling. I freaked out in front of the students and someone took me to the vet. They sewed up Loki and she actually seemed to be doing a lot better. We put her terrarium away from Murtagh's and she was eating so much better and seemed to be getting around well. 1 or 2 weeks later, it was time for her check up. I took her back into class and put her in her terrarium. The appt was at 8:30. It was 8. I began to work at my desk. I turned around and the class rat had gotten out of her cage and was eating Loki's eyes and head. The horror will never go away because it was MY fault. Both times, I assumed that Loki would be safe because I assumed that the animals would not harm her. People cannot be trusted to not harm others and I assumed that animals would behave differently. People like myself need to wake up. Animals do not think as we do. We need to get that.