live in my yard.
The boys, DS2 in particular, are completely fascinated by them. Of course, this fascination is very much the hands-on type. They are constantly catching them and collecting them in pails and trying to feed them whatever they think lizards should eat. One day, they tried to give a captive lizard (although, I’m sure they think of the lizard as a guest at their lizard spa in a bucket rather than as a captive) a Starburst. Because everyone knows that reptiles (or are they amphibians… whatever) just love chewy, sugary lumps of corn syrup and artificial coloring.
Just now, I had to rescue one from the inner workings of a toy that shoots a stack of glow-in-the-dark foam circles. I’m 100% certain the lizard did not appreciate my efforts nor understand that I was, in fact, rescueing him from a horrible fate (for both him and the toy. Toys with lizard guts inside of them get retired to the landfill.
What is that saying about “boys are … the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket”. Or lizard in its toy. Whichever. I guess I should make sure I check the pockets in today’s laundry.