Top: yours truly scrapes 65-million-year-old matrix away from a Triceratops prorsus bone (femur, I think). That made my day. Bottom: the spousal unit in touch with her inner 12-year-old. That contraption (around and through which, on intricate wire trackways and scaffolds, large metal ball bearings continually drop, roll and loop) is apparently a childhood favourite.
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He -- I have forgotten his name -- is a somewhat elderly veiled chameleon (Chameleo calyptratus) who shares the Life Science Lab with perhaps two dozen other denizens (including frogs, snakes, lizards, rats, spiders, insects, fish and volunteers).
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The photo we didn't take because we were both watching the kritter: I got to feed a chameleon! His tongue felt like rubber cement.