Rachelle won't let me bring him/her/it inside, but we now have an 8-inch lizard living under our palm tree. Rachelle seemed very concerned when she opened the front door and saw Larry waiting to be let in. It would probably work out better for everybody if he never made it past the door. I hate to think what Lucy would do with a new "squeaky toy" that actually ran from her. And I hate to think of how much KILZ I'd need to cover everything up before Rachelle got home. Also, I'm pretty sure the existence of Larry spells the end of any yard-work help I was hoping for from Rachelle this summer. I hope to hell she doesn't see any lizards in the back.
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