Thursday, May 05, 2011

Come On In!

Back when I was a naive New Yorker, the only time I saw a lizard outside was if someone's pet escaped. An experience such as getting home from work, locking your bicycle to the porch railing, and then accidentally putting your hand around an anole as you reach to open your front door - well, it would never happen.

Yesterday in Texas, that is exactly what happened.

Sometimes I really like living in the south.