Since my last post Lise and I have been settling into our new digs in West Lafayette. Trying to find a place for the things that looked so good when we had a cabin in Bloomington, or when we had twice as much space in Okemos.
A small miracle happened to us. On November 25, Rover, our pet bearded dragon, disappeared. Rover has a warm spot with rocks where he usually hangs out, but he also has free roam in the house. Sometimes he likes to find some an obscure place to hide and sleep. On that fateful day Lise and I had both left the house separately. I checked on Rover before leaving and he was snoozing on his rocks as usual. When I came back a couple hours later, he was nowhere in sight. Nothing out of the ordinary, so it was a couple hours before I looked for him. And I couldn’t find him. Lise came back and we both looked for hm, with no luck. I stated looking outside with no luck. Over the next couple days, we scoured the house multiple times, including doing things like moving the refrigerator. Without finding Rover. We finally came to the conclusion that he somehow got out of the house and probably either froze to death or a hawk got him. Either that or an alien abduction. Needless to say, we were pretty bummed about losing the little guy. Then, on December 11, 17 days after he disappeared, Lise found him snoozing by my open laptop backpack. The only thing we can think of is that he crawled into my laptop bag and spent the next 17 days living in there. I took the laptop a couple places, had it in and out of the bag, bumped and jostled it, but never noticed a resident lizard. Then he appears sleeping beside it. We can’t rule out the aliens bringing him back though. Whatever the mechanism for his reappearance, we were quite happy getting him back. We gave him some water and food, and everything seems back to normal. I guess the aliens treated him well.
Rover back up on his rocks
Right now, we are in Delaware for the holidays. We did the 12-hour drive yesterday, after fueling up with a real stick to your aorta breakfast at West Lafayette’s Triple X diner. A three-egg omelet stuffed with taco meat, onions, tomatoes, and jalapeno peppers, plus sausage gravy on the potatoes. Heart attack on a plate. Life doesn’t get much better than that.
Inside the Triple XXX, a West Lafayette institution.
Yum.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 