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Last night when I was eating my ice cream, Dad yelled at me from our garage door “dude get out here.” I thought he was yelling at me because I was in trouble and I had not put my bike away or something. But no, there was a one and a half foot Glass Lizard on my front side walk. I observed it for a while, it looked dead. Even when I poked it, it stayed stiff, so I believed it was dead (but I think they play dead.) I picked it up and it stuck its tongue out at Mom. And she exclaimed, “it is not dead!” It did not drop its tail, they usually break their tails into several pieces, which is why they are called glass lizards. I held it for a few minutes and then put it down and it slithered away.
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