There's something I have to say to the kind of people who keep unsocial reptiles as pets, doting on and adoring their weird little lizardly critters and do not give a single fuck about the idea that their darling creatures' little lizard brains cannot comprehend affection the way mammals do:
You are more capable of true, pure, unconditional love than the god who made them.
My land eel likes that I’m warm













