On some Saturdays I do historical interpretation at a beautiful old southern house called Traveler’s Rest. On this particular Saturday business was slow, so I sat down in this old rocker. Got up and on my return found this little lizard hanging out on the back of my chair.
His crooked tail and somber eyes made my heart skip a beat. Always been a sucker for skinny guys.
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