Poison Dart Frogs, good for a naturaristic vivarium but somewhat difficult and require fruit fly cultures. Tokays or cresteds would be great as well.
rudukai13;4998103; said:Actually, I looked it up and the crested gecko temperature range appears to be between 70 and 80 degrees, which is exactly the range we keep our house at year round. Cresties are looking better and better...
I don't want a cat. I value the lives of my toes/fingers, thank you very much.Kaerey;4999736; said:Wow, I can't believe you guys ruled out a Cat! You wanna know what message it sends here we go. But first! You want an independent but can be social animal that can care for itself if using the example above of you crashed on your neighbors couch after a few bottles of ... errr ...hours of studying.
Now the message: Picture the scenario, you're sitting there on your couch playing Halo 13 or what ever is out now, and you hear yelling from outside. Girl from 3B is in the process of breaking up with her meat head boyfriend that she met at the bar after he saved her from some Poly Sci/Philosophy dual major trying to talk to her about the meaning of love and its symbolic relationship to the fluctuations in the yen and euro.
So, she's breaking up with meat head you hear this and after the motorcycle peels out of the parking lot you open the door and say... is everything ok out here? Just then Fluffy McPabstwesier your loyal kitten strolls outside the door and caresses her leg. She picks him up, saying everything is fine, and offers to carry "Pabst" back into your apartment for you. She sees you playing 360 and sees your Kinect, but you catch her checking it out. "Wanna play some soccer to get any frustration out?"
3 hours later, you both collapse from exhaustion of playing Kinectamals on the couch when Pabst jumps up in her lap for some subtle lovin'. You spend the next 4 hours talking about life and love watching USA's Double Take of Titanic when you offer to make her some dinner if she's hungry. Some gourmet ramen (Ramen with diced tomato, steeped ham and oregano and basil) and a few real Pabst's later, and she's no longer petting Pabsts, but ... well you get the picture.
Several years later, you and 3B are standing in your newly furnished nursery after long nights of painting and putting up borders and baby proofing everying when Pabsts jumps up into the crib and curls up for a nap...
Your Pregger 3B gal, looks at you and says.... "You only got that cat to impress women ... didn't you."
Now, tell me you don't want a cat!
Kaerey;4999736; said:Wow, I can't believe you guys ruled out a Cat! You wanna know what message it sends here we go. But first! You want an independent but can be social animal that can care for itself if using the example above of you crashed on your neighbors couch after a few bottles of ... errr ...hours of studying.
Now the message: Picture the scenario, you're sitting there on your couch playing Halo 13 or what ever is out now, and you hear yelling from outside. Girl from 3B is in the process of breaking up with her meat head boyfriend that she met at the bar after he saved her from some Poly Sci/Philosophy dual major trying to talk to her about the meaning of love and its symbolic relationship to the fluctuations in the yen and euro.
So, she's breaking up with meat head you hear this and after the motorcycle peels out of the parking lot you open the door and say... is everything ok out here? Just then Fluffy McPabstwesier your loyal kitten strolls outside the door and caresses her leg. She picks him up, saying everything is fine, and offers to carry "Pabst" back into your apartment for you. She sees you playing 360 and sees your Kinect, but you catch her checking it out. "Wanna play some soccer to get any frustration out?"
3 hours later, you both collapse from exhaustion of playing Kinectamals on the couch when Pabst jumps up in her lap for some subtle lovin'. You spend the next 4 hours talking about life and love watching USA's Double Take of Titanic when you offer to make her some dinner if she's hungry. Some gourmet ramen (Ramen with diced tomato, steeped ham and oregano and basil) and a few real Pabst's later, and she's no longer petting Pabsts, but ... well you get the picture.
Several years later, you and 3B are standing in your newly furnished nursery after long nights of painting and putting up borders and baby proofing everying when Pabsts jumps up into the crib and curls up for a nap...
Your Pregger 3B gal, looks at you and says.... "You only got that cat to impress women ... didn't you."
Now, tell me you don't want a cat!
Kaerey;4999736; said:Wow, I can't believe you guys ruled out a Cat! You wanna know what message it sends here we go. But first! You want an independent but can be social animal that can care for itself if using the example above of you crashed on your neighbors couch after a few bottles of ... errr ...hours of studying.
Now the message: Picture the scenario, you're sitting there on your couch playing Halo 13 or what ever is out now, and you hear yelling from outside. Girl from 3B is in the process of breaking up with her meat head boyfriend that she met at the bar after he saved her from some Poly Sci/Philosophy dual major trying to talk to her about the meaning of love and its symbolic relationship to the fluctuations in the yen and euro.
So, she's breaking up with meat head you hear this and after the motorcycle peels out of the parking lot you open the door and say... is everything ok out here? Just then Fluffy McPabstwesier your loyal kitten strolls outside the door and caresses her leg. She picks him up, saying everything is fine, and offers to carry "Pabst" back into your apartment for you. She sees you playing 360 and sees your Kinect, but you catch her checking it out. "Wanna play some soccer to get any frustration out?"
3 hours later, you both collapse from exhaustion of playing Kinectamals on the couch when Pabst jumps up in her lap for some subtle lovin'. You spend the next 4 hours talking about life and love watching USA's Double Take of Titanic when you offer to make her some dinner if she's hungry. Some gourmet ramen (Ramen with diced tomato, steeped ham and oregano and basil) and a few real Pabst's later, and she's no longer petting Pabsts, but ... well you get the picture.
Several years later, you and 3B are standing in your newly furnished nursery after long nights of painting and putting up borders and baby proofing everying when Pabsts jumps up into the crib and curls up for a nap...
Your Pregger 3B gal, looks at you and says.... "You only got that cat to impress women ... didn't you."
Now, tell me you don't want a cat!
I bow to you, oh great and mighty lord of imagination and cats.Kaerey;4999736; said:Wow, I can't believe you guys ruled out a Cat! You wanna know what message it sends here we go. But first! You want an independent but can be social animal that can care for itself if using the example above of you crashed on your neighbors couch after a few bottles of ... errr ...hours of studying.
Now the message: Picture the scenario, you're sitting there on your couch playing Halo 13 or what ever is out now, and you hear yelling from outside. Girl from 3B is in the process of breaking up with her meat head boyfriend that she met at the bar after he saved her from some Poly Sci/Philosophy dual major trying to talk to her about the meaning of love and its symbolic relationship to the fluctuations in the yen and euro.
So, she's breaking up with meat head you hear this and after the motorcycle peels out of the parking lot you open the door and say... is everything ok out here? Just then Fluffy McPabstwesier your loyal kitten strolls outside the door and caresses her leg. She picks him up, saying everything is fine, and offers to carry "Pabst" back into your apartment for you. She sees you playing 360 and sees your Kinect, but you catch her checking it out. "Wanna play some soccer to get any frustration out?"
3 hours later, you both collapse from exhaustion of playing Kinectamals on the couch when Pabst jumps up in her lap for some subtle lovin'. You spend the next 4 hours talking about life and love watching USA's Double Take of Titanic when you offer to make her some dinner if she's hungry. Some gourmet ramen (Ramen with diced tomato, steeped ham and oregano and basil) and a few real Pabst's later, and she's no longer petting Pabsts, but ... well you get the picture.
Several years later, you and 3B are standing in your newly furnished nursery after long nights of painting and putting up borders and baby proofing everying when Pabsts jumps up into the crib and curls up for a nap...
Your Pregger 3B gal, looks at you and says.... "You only got that cat to impress women ... didn't you."
Now, tell me you don't want a cat!