Be thankful that my husband took the camera to work today.  It has spared you the details, or visual, of what I am about to share.  First off, do boys ever grow out of catching bugs?  When I say "bugs" I am talking about lizards, butterflies, worms, and/or crickets.  

Let me explain... As the neighborhood kids gathered on my front yard, I always smile as I realized that my home is the "go to home" for kids to play.  The noise may be louder when all 12 gather, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  However, on this day, the noise seemed to be a bit louder than usual. So, I went outside to see what the fuss was about and found an interesting thing.  A baby lizard being tortured played with by the boys.  Of course, one boy was bragging about how the lizard was tame and didn't' jump out of his hands when he held them open.  Of course, I was also amazed at that possibility, so I asked to take a look.  That poor lizard!  No tail, no front legs and just a baby.  Yes, he was right...  he was tame (or broken).  He didn't move much at all.  In a nice way, that poor lizard was able to experience things that no other lizard has ever experienced before (bike rides on the handlebars, scooter rides, raft rides on leaves down the curb water, etc).  I'm sure if you could see a lizard smile, you would of seen one on this little guys face (shhhheah right).

The kids really seemed to enjoy themselves with this "new" friend.  In fact, they enjoyed themselves so much that I wasn't too alarmed to what I found the following morning.  It was a plastic cage full of water and grass...  and a baby lizard hanging from a pole in my backyard.  Yes, air born so the poor fellow couldn't escape!  You see, my sons won the rights to the "tame" lizard.  Oh, how happy I was (I'm kidding, of course).  Needless to say, I explained that a gift of this nature was much too special for us to keep...  and that they needed to return this little fellow to it's rightful owner - the boy up the street! 

All seemed well, until my youngest son returned home and sadly told me  that when he brought the lizard up to the boys home,  the father explained that he wouldn't let his son keep it.   Well, we had to come to compromise...FAST.  So, we decided to let the little fellow go - between our yards!  I didn't have the heart to see if it had made it through the night.  With no front legs, a missing tail, and probably whiplash,  I'm afraid to guess that a neighborhood cat got a good midnight snack.    

In any case, be glad there are no photos today.  Let your imagination take the photo for you...  I'm sure it is way better than what I could of caught on film!