It was a good and solid promise. No doubt about that. Me and a friend of mine would help out our mutual friend. She was on a vacation and had pets. It's what friends do. They take care of their pets in time of need. So we were her heroes and proud of it. The fact that her pets were three lizards didn't hurt us.. well much. I am a curious person and I am, almost always, in for new things. So I would feed them. I would feed the lizards crickets. No big deal right? Well at first it seemed Ok. Ok I had the image of a green grasshopper in my head, but when I opened the box I saw something smaller, something black and something - well for me anyways - similar to spiders. And believe me.. I hate spiders. But I was a hero, so I emptied the box. First box down, the next one ready. Same principle. The crickets didn't really jump. They walked or crawled, so it seemed easy. But all of a sudden one had the idea of making a run for it by jumping on my finger. Like a little schoolgirl I screamed and my partner in feeding obviously had the same school, so he also screamed. I can honestly say I don't like crickets now. We did laugh, but also felt a bit embarrassed. Nevertheless I continued with the third lizard. The friend opened the glass box and I reached with the plastic box inside my hand. Suddenly the lizard moved forward in a way I've never seen before. Usually they were slow and couldn't be bothered with anything, but feeding time is a different matter it seemed. It bit the box in the hope it would catch some crickets. Again I screamed. I felt less a hero. So I opened it as fast as I could and emptied the box. Dead and still alive crickets fell down in the sand while I closed the glass box. I was saved. Today I have to go again. I can already see those tiny black eyes. I wonder what's in store for me this time.
