testasaurus rex

RAAAAAAAHR!

the weevil colony

the weevils had taken the pantry, I threw out the oats but clearly there were other culprits hidden in deep weevily recesses. it was so horrifying I put off dealing with it until the larvae started appearing. the weevils had gone generational. grubs on the outside of the pantry door, on the ceiling, on the floor, enough was enough. the silence of the weevils.

my plates are itchy

the aukland sun blisters my reptile skin. my hot pink dorsal plates clank musically when I twitch my pointy tail back and forth.

what do I look like? am I handsome?

the hot pink dorsal plates I've already mentioned. my skin is fluoro yellow, my spots bright red. my claws poised for scratching. some say my scratches are too rough but I know they are just right.

it is morning now. time to sleep iin my hideyhole