The Lizard's Ritz-Carlton

So Tiff and I were out on the front porch trying to take pics of Ludie when Finn found a new buddy...a dead lizard. Findlay insisted on bringing it in because in spite of my assurances he was certain that Bob Marley would get him if we left him out. 20 minutes later I walked past my KITCHEN TABLE and saw this-complete with "pillows" for the lizards head. It was thrown (in the trash) an ahem funeral the next morning when I noticed the death ooze beginning to stain its bed sheets.
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