A lizard climbed inside the back doors, between the screen door and the wood and glass door and just hung out for a while. He was totally cool with my taking pictures, even looked at me, but when I picked up my kitty to show her, he saw her, freaked out, and ran away.
I am a teacher, grad student, writer, voracious reader, photographer, singer, feminist, and thriftstore fashionista. In no particular order.
I am Squirlaraptor. This name was originally created for my kitty to reflect her squirrel-like fur and her raptor attack skills and has recently been adopted by me to reflect my own curious nature and tendency to hoard as well as my (sometime) fierceness and my love of the hunt (at least, in terms of shopping and research--not so much in terms of killing and maiming, vegetarian that I am).