Okay. I'm totally obsessed with two things. One. The premiere of The DIG, which I've been working on forever. Two. This creature. He's a crested gecko named Seymour, and he is intended to be in the play. There's a lizard in the play, Mo.
Seymour was totally traumatized by the move from LL Reptile in Oceanside to our house Downtown. He spent the first two weeks motionless, hiding behind plants in his glass box, enduring my huge face peering in every five minutes to make sure he was breathing. Now he sleeps out on the open, eats fruit-bug paste from a Q-tip. The DIG is about meeting the Other, among other things. Seymour is about as Other as they get.