Twice actually. Two times.
The first time I grabbed it I shrieked like the girl that I am and hurled it to the ground.
Then, spurred on by Sweet Pickle's excitement, I snuck up on the gnarly beast and grabbed it again. My boy was so proud. His Mama has come a long way, baby. Yes indeedy. Now I am officially cool.
Lizards... so neat and yet, so freaky-deaky. Remember that time they caused me to say totally ridiculous things to my children? Yeah. I remember.
Follow those links, man. You could track our lizard history through the ages. It's good stuff.