Since we've moved to this house, one of John's favorite activities has been catching lizards. He's pretty adept at catching baby lizards by the tail but the big ones always elude him. So he sets traps. I'm always coming across lizard traps--cardboard boxes with cardboard ramps and rotting fruit for bait (to attract the the flies lizards eat). Sometimes there are pulleys and buckets involved. Recently I became pretty irate when I discovered John had emptied the entire big blue recycling can to make lizard traps. The yard was littered with cereal boxes, shoe boxes and tin cans. In a desperate search for boxes John took the box of dryer sheets from the laundry room--still full of perfectly good dryer sheets--for a lizard trap. All of this work for 16 months and nothing to show for it until now.
When I first saw John holding this creature by the tail it was so big and meaty I thought he had caught a mouse.
It was a beauty. The lizard had a pretty blue chin and belly.
John spent a half hour walking around with the lizard on his shirt. He spent the next half hour designing and building improvements on the lizard's home (the bucket he was found in). He made shade and hung a banana peel from the roof. Apparently the lizard didn't appreciate John's efforts. At his first chance--as soon as the boy with the pterodactyl shirt--turned his back, the lizard made his escape.