My *Jesus* Lizard

 

As a kid, I played outside. A lot.

I spent hours and hours in our yard or roaming the neighborhood.

I loved catching bugs and other stray cats, bunnies critters…but catching lizards was my forte’.

I caught them all the time…loved them so much. I was the lizard whisperer. 

When I was about seven I found this beautiful bright green lizard….and he seemed to love me as much as I loved him.

He crawled up and down my arms, and he loved sitting on my shoulder.  Parrot lizard.

He was my constant companion for a full day. I had visions of our life together…playing all the time, traveling the world.

I found a jar and made him a home for the night in my room. 

The next day, I thought it would be a great idea to take him to school with me. Surely, he would get lonely at home all alone.

Being the girly tomboy that I was, I put him in my purse and headed for school.

I only shared my new lizard with a few friends that day…I did not want to risk getting into trouble. (I think I had hit my quota for classroom spankings already!)

Sadly, that night my lizard died. I was crushed.

It must have been the long commute on the school bus that did him in. I could barely stomach it myself.

Devastated, I buried him in the yard. I performed the private eulogy that he clearly deserved.

A few days later, I went to pay homage to my now deceased friend and he.was.gone.

The burial site wide open…my lizard had risen from the dead!

Like Jesus. 

It was a miracle of epic proportions! He lives! He lives! He lives!

I was astounded. For days I looked for him, but sadly we were never reunited.

I never forgot our time together, he was a great pet.

 In hindsight, maybe he was not so much‘Jesus like’ as much as my cats were excellent excavators.

Oh snap.

I was a mini hawt mess.