I'd always wanted a pet reptile since I was two and a half and went to a local fair in my home town's park where people were displaying their exotic pets like snakes and scorpions and allowing children to interact with them. No beardies there and the only animal I was allowed to touch was a snake. But I always said afterwards that I really wanted a pet snake.
Unfortunately, my little sister was born. And she ended up developing a phobia of all reptiles. My mum didn't really like them either and so I pretty much used to cry myself to sleep some nights after visiting pet shops, seeing all of the beautiful animals, even developing emotional attachments to a couple of ones that i saw regularly, and knowing I'd never be able to have them because by the time I was old enough to live on my own, they'd all be sold.
I had encountered beardies a few times during those years but I'd only seen them once in a shop. The first time I remember seeing them in person was in the Glasgow Science Centre when they were sitting in a tank. Or at least I think it was the GSC. Some sort of large exhibition place. Anyway, I wasn't instantly besotted with them when I saw them. I was just really happy to see the animals in general and I did think they looked really cool with their spikes. About 5 years later a local pet shop sold them. I didn't realise that at the time, however and there was still no chance of me ever getting one of my own.
Attitudes did change, though as my 21st birthday grew near and my parents had no idea what to get me. Thankfully my dad is a tropical fish tank owner and our local fish place also sold reptiles so they asked about them. My mum was still unsure about the whole thing but then the owners brought out a large male beardie called Bruce and asked her if she wanted to hold him. And he just lay there on her and her mind was completely changed regarding lizards. My sister also said that she wasn't as bothered by lizards as snakes and could possibly learn to accept them (5 years later and she openly admits to wish that Ivy would die of old age already). And with that, they were decided and took me along to the shop to see which type of lizard best suited me. The mountain horned dragon was too fast and was on the top of my head before I could even say hello. The leopard gecko was too small and fragile and darted about too much, the Chinese water dragon was too big. But when they brought out Bruce again (who was probably Ivy's dad) everything just clicked into place. Not too fast, not too big, slow climber, loves hugs. The same day we got a tank to get ready for the new arrival.
A week later on the morning of my birthday, we set out to get my new little sister. Went down into the basement and had a look at the month or so old clutch of baby beardies all huddled together on a heat rock. Most of them were still half asleep except for one that came up to the glass and started looking at me. And you can guess which one I picked. Lol.
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