Lament of the Lizard

One sunny day in September, my husband sent me out to his truck to retreive a cardboard box. I peeked in, and met the ebony eyes of a rather perturbed long tailed lizard whom my husband intended to be the new best friend of our four year old son. Hunter was of course delighted to have his own little buddy, but I was perturbed there was no instruction booklet or housing suitable for the latest addition to our already eclectic menagerie. Lizzie happily perched on a cactus plant in our garden...