Thanks to all that were complimentary. My fingers ran away with me when the soppy grin came over my face thinking about my reptilian friends. And so much more I thought to add but never did...
The huge intense eyes of the little green tree snakes watching me from their safe havens behind leaves in cages in my bedroom. As, in the morning, swaying slightly, thin green branches, not snakes, (you can't see me!) they warily stare and quietly chastise me for my laziness as they laid awake for hours patiently waiting to see me move... swaying, swaying...
The fixed gaze of the little keels, peering stealthily from under an edge of newspaper, or from behind a stalk of sphagnum moss, nervous and flighty and ready to throw themselves into their water bowls for protection if I move too fast or look too dangerous. Egging each other on to greater displays of bravado as they flip and leap. Skip that room, walk around the long way, save scaring them, I could use the exercise anyway.
The ever watchful water pythons. One day I will give up trying to fool a water python, they know what I am doing before I myself do. Feeding time ! Or I dare to touch their cage ! Don't try to sneak up on a water python. The explosion of activity from under the newspaper or from behind the hide and all of a sudden it's me leaping higher, laughing stupidly as I almost get caught, surprised by the very animal I was trying to sneak up on.. (Did I say almost ? Now where was that towel ?)
That one beautiful water python, her shy gentle delicate nature always there to make up for the rest. Don't be upset Mum, I am here to restore your faith in the water python species...
The Olive Prince, eyes and head turned to the sky, pupils wide, as he waits for the Rat God to lower the offering to his Royal Olive Blood (note the capitals there... minimum requirement for an Olive of his own self importance). It has to be up there somewhere, that offering, wait long enough and it will fall. Patience, patience, endless patience, until eventually, the lure to sleep becomes too great and quietly the Olive Prince slips off to rest. Surprise Surprise !! The Rat God delivers ! Always just as he gives up... That Rat God has a wicked sense of timing and humour.
The wonderful trusting Grande Dame of them all. Cleopatra. Quiet, patient Cleo. Open the door to say hello as she reaches gently to me, to flick a hello and sniff me over, lay a head on my own head or shoulder and to rest on me, appreciating my warmth. A far greater patience shown than I, the puny human can match, until eventually my legs ache from the semi squat and sadly I have to shift her back to her perch as standing, I attempt to stop the pins and needles and the blood starts to flow again. A promise to come visit again tomorrow as she settles back and flicks goodbye and I lock the door shut.
See now, I did it again... Bad fingers! Once more they ran away with me.
I am loving this thread, enjoying very much to see how reps have brightened peoples lives.
Thank you Ryan.
