The otherwise very nice guy at my local pet shop is *convinced* that I am an ignoramus who is going to kill her beardie by feeding him superworms that have not been decapitated. Every time I come in there for supers, he kind of pauses, then reluctantly asks how many. I've tried to 'splain it to him, but he insists that his buddy's beardie died from superworm gastric attack. (Of course, the beardie was on crushed walnut shells, which I bet was the REAL culprit in eating up his insides!) On the plus side, I have managed to get the folks at my PetCo to keep the baby leos, at least, on repti-carpet, and I stayed there breathing down one clerk's neck until she took a crested gecko out from the leopard gecko tank and set it up in its own tank. She was really flummoxed when I explained that the two animals come from entirely different environments and that the appropriate tank setup for one would kill the other, and vice-versa. The crestie was in a tank that must have been in the 90s! I told the clerk I was NOT leaving until she got the crestie its own tank, properly set up. And I had two increasingly whiny kids with me! Between my insistence and the kids' whining, the clerk finally gave up and did what I said. I went back the next day to make sure they hadn't moved the crestie back, and they hadn't.