Oh Lizard, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to spend your whole life in a glass tank. Would having subconscious of the wild make one depressed or go insane? Or the ignorance brings bliss and laziness? When you are let out of the tank, all you do is try to find a place to sleep. Is it because you have no survival skills where sleeping is the only way and food falls in front with ease? Or you lost your will, therefore sleep to pass time? Can that little brain of yours conceptualize boredom? With all of these questions, your prehistoric nature makes it difficult to read your thoughts and feelings. Yet, you are the perfect pet.