So I have had several chameleons in the past but just got my two most recent veileds a few weeks ago(Winston and Beatrice). They are both about 3 weeks old each and doing quite well. I have never had chams this small but we are enjoying them even if they are scared of the world. Well I got home from watching the world cup and I can only find 1 of the chams. I look everywhere in the room with no luck and can't figure out how he got out. The dog is also looking very guilty and I can only assume the worst.
My wife gets home a few hours later and we have to take the dog for a run because she is nuts so we both hop on our bikes and ride about a mile. Well we were going pretty quick because the dog was in a running mood. So when we get to the levy I unleash the dog as usual and she runs about. At the end of the levy I stop to put the dog back on and look down.
On the spokes of the front wheel of the bike Winston is holding on for dear life. I start yelling and my wife can't see what I am freaking out over. I give her the bike and get the chameleon on my hand and ride the mile home with him. He looks absolutely fine, ate well today and has no broken bones or any sort. It truley was a festivus miracle. We laughed for about an hour at the odds of all that happening and the cham still being fine. He really worked hard to escape, didn't quite make it but that guy is a fighter. I calculated out the RPM(cause I am a nerd like that) and he was going at least 120-130 RPM.
ADHD version: Chameleon escapes, hitches ride on spokes of bicycle, saved 1 mile later and has a good story for his grandkids.
My wife gets home a few hours later and we have to take the dog for a run because she is nuts so we both hop on our bikes and ride about a mile. Well we were going pretty quick because the dog was in a running mood. So when we get to the levy I unleash the dog as usual and she runs about. At the end of the levy I stop to put the dog back on and look down.
On the spokes of the front wheel of the bike Winston is holding on for dear life. I start yelling and my wife can't see what I am freaking out over. I give her the bike and get the chameleon on my hand and ride the mile home with him. He looks absolutely fine, ate well today and has no broken bones or any sort. It truley was a festivus miracle. We laughed for about an hour at the odds of all that happening and the cham still being fine. He really worked hard to escape, didn't quite make it but that guy is a fighter. I calculated out the RPM(cause I am a nerd like that) and he was going at least 120-130 RPM.
ADHD version: Chameleon escapes, hitches ride on spokes of bicycle, saved 1 mile later and has a good story for his grandkids.
