Remember Baby Bowser, the bearded dragon captive whom I have never actually met because we have opposite sleep schedules?
He LIKES baths. He LIKES them! He especially likes them in his glass pan. I used to get baths in a glass pan and while it did calm me down, let me tell you it sure wasn’t FUN! You’ll never catch ME doggy paddling and dunking my head like an idiot! Geez.
I should probably make it a point to meet him and commiserate— if you’ve been following me for a long time you might remember that he has not fully emerged from his winter sluggishness, and has refused to eat for almost eight months now, even after prompting by a vet. He fights being force-fed and spits it back up. I admire him— I think he is on a hunger-strike against his captors. Since he seems to be stuck in perpetual winter mode, he has not lost much weight despite starving himself— until recently.
I would go on a hunger strike too, but I just love food too much. ;_;