Meet Pablo, who came yesterday from blood bank dragons:
He's very tiny. Though he was naturally stressed when he arrived, he was off to a good start. He explored his cage, pooped, and even ate a few small dubias and a cricket. Didn't mind his bath much either.
All was well until I came home from work today to find this, with Pablo sitting in the middle:
I screamed so loud my neighbor ran up to see what was wrong. Thank god Pablo was fine, though definitely more stressed.