We have a new critter in the family. A couple weeks ago Sarah rescued this little lizard from the parking lot of a friend's apartment building. She brought it home to me in a Solo cup. I should have known then that it was injured or it would not have sat in the cup all the way to the house. I received it with excitement and added it to my collection of frogs, toads, and newts. It quickly made itself at home and the daycare children and I named it Alligator because Sarah had suggested it looked a little like a baby alligator when she spotted it.
A couple days later one of the daycare children cried out, "Carol! The crickets are eating Alligator! Sure enough they were. It looked as if Alligator had one broken leg and the other was missing skin and maybe a little meat. Crickets being crickets and eating decaying matter, were feasting on him and he couldn't get away from them. I quickly separated the lizard in hopes he would recover or at least grow new skin so the crickets would leave him alone.
