He's given me a few scares, like deciding he was going to go through a stroll of my parent's house without telling anyone...Twice. (First time I was gone for a concert and his tank lid wasn't shut completely, the second time was because my mom's dog pushed down the screen with his nose after getting into my old room, popped just enough of a hole in the lip of the tank that I didn't notice and he could crawl out). But despite scaring the crap out of me he's given me so much joy, watching him scoot around his tank or the floor, he especially loves the dirty clothes that migrate onto the carpet. Skink wonderland if you ask him.
But I love my baby! And here are some pics, taken today~



Edit!
Well about two seconds after I posted this, he decided he was going to become arboreal and started to climb to the top of his tank...In the end, short legs aren't good climbing legs and one can pretty much guess correctly what happened. He's fine though. Just a little...special.




