SPIKE!

I named my chameleon Spike. I considered something more stately and sophisticated, like Roosevelt or Newton, but in the end settled on a diminutive name for a diminutive creature. I think it suits him. Below is footage documenting today's milestone achievement with Spike--I finally convinced him to eat from my hand. He's still a bit leary of being held (he even bit Andrew last week), but he couldn't resist the lure of a juicy mealworm wriggling in my palm. Who could?

I celebrated my 31st last week. We didn't take a lot of pictures, but here's one of me wearing the trendy hat my mother-in-law gave me and standing next to some of the beautiful flowers from Andrew.