Did I just see what I thought I saw? Talking with my friend in Seattle yesterday, from the corner of my eye I caught sight of a tiny tail zipping behind one of Bessie's stuffed toys across the room. Oh, good grief, what creature has moved into the house now? Phone in hand, I went to investigate and found a misguided lizard, a baby, smaller than my little finger. Linda waited patiently while Lizzy and I played hide-and-seek a minute until I caught her (him?) and took the mini-totem outside to put in one of the flower pots.
Lizards are health nuts. They never walk when they can run. They get plenty of Vitamin D. They do about a thousand push-ups a day. They avoid carbs and eat plenty of protein. They make me tired just thinking of their strenuous routine. Since I am a confirmed slug in the exercise department and a carbaholic, how a lizard became my totem is beyond me.
I think Bessie's meds are kicking in. In the afternoon, she had more bounce in her step and more sparkle in her eyes. Using Linda's phrase, I am "cautiously optimistic" that Bess is on the mend.