So last week I was helping the girls find some clothes for the day when I saw a tiny lizard scurry past me on the floor. I grabbed a container and scooped it up before Finnegan saw it (he is a mighty kitty hunter, and has brought me pieces of lizards as presents in the past).
It was the littlest alligator lizard I have ever seen, and the girls were, of course, in love with it.
Sunny was really excited and wouldn’t stop screaming with joy, which probably traumatized the little thing. I convinced Ria that we should put it outside. She agreed that that it would probably want to see it’s mommy and daddy.
Bye-bye baby lizard!