Very sadly, Leapordy only lived a couple of weeks. He ate a couple of times, and threw up both times, and then wouldn't eat again. We think he was probably sick when we brought him home. Carson and I buried him by the Kentucky Coffee tree in the front yard. It was terribly sad, and we both cried.
A couple of weeks after that, we headed back to the pet store for another leapord gecko, whose very clever name is - once again - Leapordy. He is quite the rascal. Loves to eat, and has grown so much. I'll have to come back and add a picture of him, cause for some reason I can't find one right now. He lives in Carson's room, and is unbelievably fascinated with Miss Dunn. I believe he thinks she is the biggest cricket he's ever seen in his life.
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