I fear for my anole that Lloyd let loose in the backyard when he lifted the lid this afternoon. I told him not to put the hose in the cages...and he's got me thinking I didn't say anything about the lid. The little guy must be so cold, and wet tonight. He's probably not going to sleep very well ever again. As long as he lives, my guess is he's going to be a mideastern garden snake's delicacy. I'm going to have a hard time cutting the grass for the remainder of summer.

He was my favorite of the two lizards. Housing two males in a ten gallon tank is a bad idea to begin with. They fought all the time...well, this one always turned the other cheek.

If the dominant lizard hadn't tried to swallow the other one's head with Aaron observing them, they would not have been in separate tanks in the first place. Because I had no room or light for the second tank--the outcast's tank--Aaron put him in the sunshine for the day. I thought I'd conserve a little energy and put my pet outside too. He was perched up on a branch that went nearly to the top of the tank when Lloyd made the move that would change both lizards' lives forever.

Strangely this was meant to be.