I grew up in Florida, in an old house with a lot of windows. Lizards liked to c...

I grew up in Florida, in an old house with a lot of windows. Lizards liked to cling to the window screens. And sometimes, a lizard would manage to make its way between the screen and the window and come inside. If the lizard did not find his way back outside soon enough, if he got lost in a closet or under a bed, he would fade from bright green or brown, to a ghostly white. Once this happened, the lizard was slower and less certain and it was easy for me to catch him, to cup him in my hands a...