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We stopped in for some extra doggie treats as part of Justin's ongoing effort to convince Toby he's Alpha Kid. It turned out our timing was ideal (if you have the ideals of a 12-year-old boy): it was feeding time for the snakes and lizards.

The clerk opened the top of each cage and poured a bag of live crickets in. There were little bursts of scaly green activity all over the cages--a lot of the crickets were too large to go down in one bite, so the lizards just sorta hung out with the crickets squirming in their mouths, looking like they weren't sure what to do next.

Not all the crickets went in the cage: some fell out of the bag onto the tops of the cages and hopped onto the floor or scurried into the cracks.

The saddest part: chirping was coming from every direction, frantic chirping. All the little bugs, inches or two away from certain death, desperately looking for a mate. Insert your metaphor here.