I was laying on the floor of our boys’ bedroom one afternoon, peering behind their bunk beds, when Cole walked in.  “Help me look for Spike,” I mumbled. “I can’t find him.” The Johnson house is a critter haven, one of which is a sixteen-inch Chinese Water Dragon named Spike. Spike is allowed loose in our boys’ lizard-proof bedroom for a couple of hours each day, and he often hides out on the tall fake tree next to the window. Occasionally he scrambles off the tree and hides when he’s frightened. I figured that’s what happened this particular time, but as Cole and I searched their room, our ... Read the Post