My friend's neighbor's kid saw a car pull off the highway and set a box out. They investigated and found a young/baby Savannah monitor in it. SHe called me to help. He/she's now living in my writing cave in a 55 gal tank with plenty of heat, but all he does is sleep. He hasn't eaten anything in the three days he's been here. I won't be able to take him to the vet until later in the week because the closest herp vet is over an hour away.
My family was mildly excited for me to have him because of Ash (Bubba) dying in December then my daddy dying June 1. Something to take my mind off of everything and something to put my energy into to. You know I spoil all my animals.