I figured maybe this should go here since it's got pictures, feel free to move it mods. Anyway, he's home! Squeee! On the ride I was telling Chelsea about conflict theory and so she decided that his name should be Marx. Not sure if it's staying that (we also threw around the idea of Marcuse (mark-oos, like goose without the g, lol), another famous sociologist. This is him... on the ride home, with Chelsea (he's in the bag). Chelsea was scared of him, wouldn't even hold the bag for me to put him in, lol, but she actually held him before she left. We sweated our butts off on the ride home, had the heat up to keep him warm and we were dying. Curled up. Stretched out. Colors are off, but whatever. "And you isssssss?" He's about 215 grams right now, according to my scale. His old owner seemed to have good intentions, but was not well informed. He was feeding 4 pinkies every two weeks because he said if you feed them more often then that they will get too big too fast (powerfeeding). The UTH is so ridiculously hot, was at like 105 degrees! It's wrapped in jeans and 2 inches below the bottom of the tank and I'm still tying to get it down a few more degrees. Anywho, he's awesome!