So I come home. Open the balcony door for no more than 5 minutes. Take a shower. Everything I usually do. Its about 445pm by this time. As per usual I go to feed Armansky. And he's not in there! Mind you, he's about 6 inches. With his heat lamp and uvb light on his mesh top. We, me and my roommate search till about 730pm. Not giving up but taking a break, hoping he follows the heat and his cricket cage, we go have dinner. We turned that apt apart. Moved everything from the stove to looking in drawers,in frustration, and in my case, tears. We come home about 900pm. Start looking again. I had a hunch to look outside on the tree. And low and behold, HE'S THERE! Hanging on for dear life, he's there. Its about 55f outside. But he's okay. Thirsty but okay. I'm so glad I listened to my gut feelings. Its supposed to get below 40f tonight!!