Ack a lizard!

  

The kids found a lizard at grandma's house. I used to chase and grab these things all the time when I was a kid, but now I don't think I want to hold it. Here is a pic of T. Better pix are on my sister's camera... Ah well. I've at least got pix of the kids and their cousin (the intrepid lizard catcher himself!)

About 10 minutes after they caught it, their cousin had given an impromptu lesson on lizards and how they "work" (he has some kinda freaky lizard at home. Seriously his mom, my sister, is strange). Oh, if you're reading this, Hi Sis! Pay no attention...

After that, they noticed that the lizard was in the process of shedding its skin, so the kids took turns "helping". I don't know if it's considered help from the lizard's perspective, he didn't look too happy.

In this afternoon, the lizard learned a couple things:
1. Kids are scary (good luck, I've been telling people that forever!)
2. He can fly (with a little help), but only once or twice before one of the adults interceded
3. (pay attention, all reptiles and backyard critters!) "underneath a roof tile on the side of the house" sucks as a hiding place.