R.I.P. Little Clyde

Dude, you was my leezard. 😭 I could never touch you for fear of stressing you out. Hell, I was always a little worried about lingering near you for too long lest you puff up and turn dark.

I liked watching you eat, though. You were a pretty neat fella. I always loved the pale shade you would turn after a good meal of crickets, which meant that you were satisfied.

And your toes! You had the cutest toes of any animal, EVER! I enjoyed watching you climb around all shaky like a leaf. The things you could do with your eyes was pretty awesome, too. It always tripped me out every time that you would have your back to me, but would turn your eyes around to look at me. You were just neat. All over. For real.

I’m sad, Clyde, because I’ll probably never have another chameleon... you kids are just hard to keep alive. I wasn’t really ready for you to leave me. I already miss turning your lights off and on every day. ... Bye, my little buddy.