Being that I keep late hours at the small plant I work with doing a lot of tinkering after the normal work shift, I often get to see the security guard that stops in throughout the shut-down times on a staggered schedule to see how much the burglars took this time and to key in his site recorder. One such fellow, a couple notches above your standard rent-a-cop, stops to chat a bit and peek at current rube goldberg mechanism to brake the monotony. He talks funny, but our short chats are an intelligent brake for both of us.

Knowing he's a southern boy and him knowing I have online friends from all over, I asked if he had Blue Tongues in his home. "Yeah! Had one as a pet once. It was hit on the road [probably by somebody driving on the wrong side ] but wasn't hurt too bad. Nursed it back to health in a while and turned out to be female. It had babies. I had it in a cage though and it ATE ALL IT'S BABIES."

KRIKIE! What a friendly place that is.









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