We arrived in West Palm Beach yesterday for a duo of speaking gigs; one last night, another one this evening. I had heard stories, but I finally experienced this fact firsthand: Wisconsin has chipmunks, Florida has lizards. To my boyish delight, I spotted one scurry across the sidewalk as we were unloading our stuff from the car. Sadly, he ducked into a crack, preventing me from taking a good look at the little guy. I secretly hoped I’d get another chance later, but next time I’d approach him (or her?) a bit more carefully.
So I helped Kim set up the product table — this just in: books are heavy — and got ready for my presentation. After it was all over and the last of the people had gone home, it was time to pack up. Once I finished putting away the computer and projector and other miscellaneous technological stuff, I went to give Kim a hand.
“You’re gonna love this,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
Kim showed me a lizard behind the product table, smashed flat like a pancake. Apparently, I had put an end to the lizard’s sunny day by dropping a box of books on him (or her?). Needless to say, I got all the quality observation time I needed, including the chance to snap this photo.
Is there a moral to this story? You tell me. But I post this confession with much trepidation. I’m only in the state for one day, and I commit a homicide. Good grief…can’t wait to see what today will bring.
[tags]lizards, homicide, Florida, Wisconsin, pancakes[/tags]