A Lizard Tale

A lizard got into my shop I use as an art studio. For about a week every time I went out to paint, he would be staring at me from someplace up high. I worried he would eventually die in my shop, so after several failed attempts to catch him, I got a bucket with a lid, put it in front of his face and touched his tail. He jumped right into the bucket. I slammed the lid and I had me a lizard. I kind of miss him. Now there’s no one to greet me with that stoic, forlorn look when I walk in. He was safe in the shop with spiders to eat and water I left for him to drink. Now he’s free to face the dangers of life out in the woods. He’s not safe but he’s free. I think he probably prefers that.