Lizzy Liz

Nick didn't believe me when I told him that I had a pet lizard that adopt TFG and I.
Here is the photographic evidence.

Unfortunately Lizzy Liz only comes out at night so our pictures of him are kinda crap.

Next picture of him I hope to have a pop can nearby or something so you can get an idea of how big he is, he could easily fit his entire body in the palm of my hand. We fear that if he leaves us the other lizards will eat him, since they are prone to that sort of thing.


When my brother saw this image he decided that lizzy, just like our pets and the seal that likes to go surfing with him, needed a backstory. I intend on recording his various backstories simply because they are hilarious.
So here goes, the story of our new roomie the lizard...

The Story of Lizzy Liz

You see lizzy always was a lonely boy, in school he was never really too amazing at anything, never really stood out of the crowd. He always did well in school but never really like to be interactive with the environment, a little shy some would say, others thought he would bring a gun to school. But no less lizzy made his way through high school and all of technical school where he learned how to build racing kites, but he soon learned that kites can only go so fast because they are tied to a man. The kite racers never were more than 100 feet long and he never was very interested in them. He decided that he needed to find something new, carve out his own niche in a world that had not rejected him, just never paid any attention to him.
That’s when he started his act in Vegas, he was a singer a dancer and a mediocre magician. Nobody went to his shows because they could never really hear what he was saying, his small vocal chords made his singing about 12 octave above what a normal human can hear and nobody seemed to enjoy his magic, but the dance, oh my god the dance was it ever amazing. Lizzy knew he had to take his show elsewhere, somewhere that he could just dance and not have to worry about pulling a rabbit out of his hat, for his hat was very small and the rabbit relatively large.

He spun his globe with all of his heroic strength, which made it move about ½ a lap, and he found himself face to face with Australia, since he only stood a few inches tall, otherwise he may have ended up somewhere in the pacific or maybe Asia. So he was off, the next plane out took him all the way to LA where he threw himself into an envelope and paid a hobo to put him in the mailbox (he could not afford the plane so the USPS was the only way). His box was really quite roomy. He had a bed, and a cooler filled with food, a large stack of dance aficionado monthly and it wasn’t that cold since he is cold blooded. Now he was in the great land of Australia and needed a place to live.
A cute couple in a hostile seemed to be from North America and he thought he could get along well with them. He switched his box out with their sheets and snuck into their bags as they moved into an apartment he loved. Now he is currently looking for work at local dance studios and hoping that he will one day be the queen of the desert.

dance on little lizzy, dance on...