Why The Internet Always Wins

Last week I got a text asking me if my "bearded dragons were still available."  I did not respond to that text as I was pretty sure that I was being punk'd by someone and I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of making me look silly. (If you must know, I thought it was my brother Dave.  But apparently he has been so busy with his ward's water basketball league that it couldn't have possibly been him.) Well, today the mystery texter surfaced again.  And I could not resist....