Stella, the tiniest of the three dragons that reside under my roof, is totally coming into her own. While she feasted upon waxworms, I thought I'd take a moment to do some poop cleaning. I was struggling with one piece that just didn't want to stay in the paper towel. Stella ran up authoritatively to see what I was doing. Then, oh then...*giggle* she flares her beard at me. Stella, who must surely have wonderful upper body strength from her constant arm-waving. Stella, who I've been worried about having immense insecurities from being housed too long with her much larger brother. Stella, half the size of Stanley (the brother) and much, much smaller than Stuart. Stella bull-rushed me and bucked up a smidge.
Ohhh, the terrible, terrible cuteness. Oh, Stella. :lol:
Ohhh, the terrible, terrible cuteness. Oh, Stella. :lol:
