This morning, as I hurtled down the interstate toward work, I saw some movement out of my peripheral vision. To my right—riding shotgun in the passenger seat—was a little grey and brown lizard. He cocked his head, looked at me, and then faced forward again.
I thought this gesture seemed awfully nonchalant considering that the lizard was making his first trip out of Pinellas County.
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