I just rescued a dinosaur....

He was quite cute, perhaps three inches from nose to tip of long tail, and proudly on his feet, head raised, tail out--and I was perhaps 5 steps ahead of his death, two Burmese up from their naps. I feared a lizard grab a la my friend Thinker, so herded him onto a laundry basket and took him outside.

The anole let me know who was boss by refusing to be herded--he hopped out a hole in the lattice of the basket! And then ran 18 inches in the dry leaves, changing color as he moved.

I'm glad he's okay--we had to put out a sweet bait for the rover ants, and I was worried about the anoles. With luck, everyone died underground...

For SFWA members

If I haven't said it before, if anyone would like an electronic copy of the short story "Ducks" for their Nebula reading, I would be happy to provide it. Or ask the Yard Dog Press people. We'll send you a WORD or .rtf file.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled program. I'm discussing with the cats whether they'd like to be icons.

They say they already are, of course.