We’ve had quite the hatching of baby lizards this year. Every afternoon when we get home we find 3 or 4 little guys sunning themselves on the driveway, flattened out to take advantage of all that heat, until we get too close and they scurry away to shelter – these really young, super-tiny ones are the only ones I can catch. I marvel at the tiny eyes and tinier toes, and that just like our babies they’ll grow like magic.
I want to hug them and squeeze them and call them all George.
We’ve had good nature around the house lately. On Saturday evening a praying mantis grabbed my toe as I walked outside to let the dog out – I thought I kicked a leaf until I looked closely, so I moved him to safety before we went in. And Sunday I caught a baby snake to show Forrest, and he got to touch it before it slithered off into the brush. Nature rocks!