I think maybe we don't realize how attached to our beardies we've gotten until it's far, far too late. I'm out of town and besides bothering my husband over the phone about their temperatures (we don't have central air and the house has been getting into the 90's with the heat wave in our part of Arizona) I just miss the the spiny little beasties.
I've got pictures of them as the home and lock screens on my phone, so I can look at them whenever I want.
I just feel like an achy old woman when I think about them (and I'm only pushing thirty). It's an obsession--I should probably seek psychiatric help. I can remember what they feel like sitting on my chest and everything. Am I losing it?
I've got pictures of them as the home and lock screens on my phone, so I can look at them whenever I want.
I just feel like an achy old woman when I think about them (and I'm only pushing thirty). It's an obsession--I should probably seek psychiatric help. I can remember what they feel like sitting on my chest and everything. Am I losing it?