Poor little Aztec has a sore on his front leg. It looks as if a molting didn't finish properly and caused an abscess. At least that's what the vet told me during the five and a half hours I spent at the vet Friday and Saturday. Every day, he has to soak for 15 minutes, take some medicine and then have ointment rubbed over his wound. Needless to say, he is not a happy camper, but he is a trooper. He has gotten used to his habitat, but is still scared of people. Getting him out nightly for his medication is an event as he flicks his tail and runs around the cage. After removing him from the cage, he squirms a little and tries to run away making holding him like holding a fish out of water. No matter how many times I tell him that he doesn't taste like chicken, he's still afraid I'm going to take a bite out of him. He should be finished with the medication by next Wednesday at the latest. We will see what the vet says when I take him back for a check-up this weekend.

Taming Aztec is going to be extra challenging since every time he's taken out, he thinks it's time for medicine. I don't know how long it will take, but we hope eventually he will see us as parents and not cannibals.