
For those who joined this information service late, Monty came to my home comfortably cushioned in my beautiful Singapore rattan sofa. For some reason, when it was delivered, I had an idea that I needed to take it all apart and check for lizards and whatnot. I was a wise lady to do that. Out jumped Monty and we had a merry chase around the house for several days before I finally captured him and swept him out. Captured is a bit of a stretch. I did give chase on many occasions, but he was a quick little guy. Eventually, I found him in a pile of papers I was sorting to put into the new matching rattan desk I had delivered. He was not skittering around any longer. He was barely moving. Monitor lizards live on garbage. I am proud to say, I do not harbour garbage in my house, but sad to say he was starving. He was so out of sorts, he would try to hide under a piece of furniture that allowed me to easily see him. So, I grabbed my broom, opened the patio door screen and shot him out onto the patio. At that point I really did not care what happened to him. But an hour or so later, I noticed he was gone.
Today was a good reunion. No kisses, no hugs, in fact not much of anything other than another picture to add to my adventure. Glad I was able to see that he has survived and equally glad to know that I will not be here to witness his adult size. OMG, that would give me nightmares. The ones down the way that I used meet up with could scare the crap out of a great dane.
To give you an idea of how big Monty is, the trough behind him is about 3 feet across. So, he is still fairly short, but growing rather quickly.
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