George was in awe of their habitat, but he was preoccupied with all the fleas. "how am I going to get rid off all these fleas?", he thought. He nudged Cecil and whispered to him about the "small" flea problem. "what do you want me to do about it?", Cecil said sarcastically. "Do about what?", Carmen asked. "Uh, nothing!" stammered George. "I was complaining about my sunburn to Cecil is all." Cecil agreed immediately. "That's all we need, is to get on their bad side", groweled Cecil. Please keep your mouth shut until we know what is going on and why they brought us here!