There are lizards here.
There’s a brown Anole who by virtue of the brown must have been scurrying through the leafy underbrush. They are usually bright green like the one who was inspecting Trudy’s shoulder yesterday, having descended from the canopy to cast a dubious glance her way. But this one is brown almost orange. There’s also a juvenile Spiny Lizard walking among the sticks on the ground — we have many sticks. We have many Spiny Lizards.
And although I haven’t seen them today, I know the salamanders are here. Because I see them slithering like snakes in crevices and leafy places when you least expect them. Like right over there by that limstone wall, right over there where the leaves are gathered. They must be somewhere in there, don’t you think?