It’s my birthday today.
My numerically obsessive parents opted to mark the occasion by sending me Jack Benny and a Hitchcock film.
My offspring had a different idea about what sort of gift was appropriate:
Yes, a chameleon and a blue lizardy guy with white and black spots. (Can any of you herpetologists give me a more precise identification than that?) Let the record reflect that the chameleon is a “stress chameleon”, intended for squeezing when one is filed with anxiety or rage. The criters are pictured lounging on my shelf of caffeinated drinks, and vessels for drinking same, at work.
In fact, there was some debate about whether I would be allowed to take these critters — my critters, if my understanding of the prevailing conventions regarding gift-giving is still to be trusted — to work with me. My offspring engaged me in an earnest discourse on the virtues of sharing. (It’s interesting that “sharing” is not one of their pet causes when it comes to, say, my stack of papers to be graded.)
I dug in my heels and brought my critters with me. The blue one of indeterminate species has a light in its mouth that flashes through different colors. I’m not entirely sure, but I suspect that the flashing light may be useful in stunning insects, making them easier for the lizard to eat. Either that or it’s a fashion statement.
And now, to that stack of grading!