Little Lizzy...

My brother was right. It's better when you don't know what happened... especially when I found out that I trampled on and killed a baby lizard as I was walking barefooted to the kitchen in semi-darkness on Sunday night.

GROSS!!! Gross, gross, gross...! It was better when I thought it was just a wad of discarded cello-tape... Switching on the light out of curiosity reveal the lizard and a tiny leaping tail.