Darter

Darter

Darter was one of my first lizards ever. I received him, along with Mellow, on the Christmas morning of 1994. I never saw the end of him, as he ran away in the summer of 1995. My sister and I tried our hardest to catch him, but he dodged us through the terrace and escaped beneath the deck.

Darter was extremely aggressive. He would often stand on a leaf, puff out his dewlaps, and bob his head up and down repeatedly. Like Desdemona, he hated to be held. He also bit me twice--as I said, he didn't like to be held. Well, he was extremely hyper. Thus, the name. I think he found happiness under the deck. I mean, insects, freedom from humans, lots of room to roam-he had it all. He was pretty old, so he probably died before the winters came.

Darter, I hope you fulfilled your lifelong dream of living freely.

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