So when my parents accidentally acquired an albino lizard, Brad was designated its temporary caretaker. (I don't know how you accidentally acquire an exotic reptile. Leave it to my parents.)
At the time, it lived in this.
This was apparently unsuitable.
So Brad produced a temporary terrarium from a giant Rubbermaid bin, tile, rocks, bricks, and a pseudo-heat lamp.
He bought--and caught--live grasshoppers for the lizard's eating pleasure.
He even took it on walks.
(Okay. They weren't strictly walks. Brad just set the lizard out in the grass and let him run around. But the mental image of Brad walking a leashed lizard is so much more amusing.)
I am thinking about this now because Brad is gone, taking care of our house.
And I am feeling like a sunshine-less, grasshopper-less lizard. I am missing him taking care of me.