Take a look at this little, under-appreciated fella:
I like to call him Trey. Trey is awesome. He’s a thorny dragon.
If I was a thorny dragon like Trey, I would just hang around “dew stations” all the time.
As the water drops fall on my back, all I have to do is move my mouth a little and they’ll wander through the capillaries in my body straight into it.
And if that’s too much of a stretch, I’ll just stand in a puddle and soak the water right up.
Regarding diet I’ll be just as lazy and eat nothing but ants. 3,000 a day or so. That should do.
Enemies I wouldn’t have any, I mean come on, who’d want to pick a fight with this face?
Even if someone did, see this puffy ball on my neck?
That’s a fake head. Worst comes to worst, I can just bow down and let them have a stab at that.
But here’s the best part: I can expect to live 15 to 20 years. That’s an eternity in animal land.
