First and Foremost

Well, we are home and we enjoyed the visit to Texas City seeing everyone. I have many strories but this is one I must write of first.

Chance's birthday is coming up and he will be 9 years old. His father bought him a baby Bearded Dragon to bring back home with him. We all know how fond I am of creepy creatures but surprisingly enough this little booger was cute. It was a tiny little thing that ate baby crickets right out of your hand. Anyways, Chance was very knowledgable of how Spikey needed to be taken care of. It was obvious in how descriptive he was in telling Tiffani and Abby the do's and dont's. Spikey made the trip all the way home without any problem. The problem happened the next day.

Chance took Spikey outside to warm up. This was around 9am. I went outside about 10:30 and had my bonding moment with the dragon by feeding him the crickets. By the way, Greg was outside all day putting up the pool(just thought I would throw that in there). I went back out around noon-thirty and noticed the cage still outside and mentioned to Chance he needed to bring him in. Chance went to get Spikey and I suddenly heard, "Oh NO!"
"What happened?" I replied
"Spikey died of dehydration", Chance replied back.
I went to go get Spikey and he was truly white and brittle, fried to death by the west Texas sun.
The 113 degree heat was apparently too much for the little booger.
We put him back in his cage with water in Chance's room to see if he would rehydrate,
per Chance.

I asked Chance today if he had checked on Spikey lately and he said, "Oh yes, he didn't make it".
I said, "Well, do you want to bury him?"
"No, I already took care of it" It seems that all the formality has gone due to the pronoun usage.
"What did you do", I asked.
"I throw it away"
"Where?"
"In the trash" very matter of factly.
"You didn't want to bury Spikey?" I was truly more concerned about this than Chance because his reply was, "Isn't that the same thing as throwing it away?!"