Ok, Ann Weber...you alluded to my chameleon story, and told yours. Here's mine, Part II: When I was writing Lizard Music, the publishers gave me cause to go on strike, stop writing the book, and consider directing my energies to developing my dog-training business, and forgetting about writing altogether. One day, I was sweeping up in the puppy school, (in Hoboken, NJ), and there was a little green anole! I scooped him up, punched holes in a jar lid, and found a kid who wanted him. Curious, finding a southern lizard in a northern urban setting, in the middle of winter! A few days later, I found another, larger, more aggessive anole. This one I set up in a little terrarium, and got some equipment and a chameleon book, (yep, he was one, for sure), at the pet shop. He kept eyeing me and inflating his throat pouch. Made me nervous. I got the hint. He went to live in a classroom, and I went back to writing the book. The lizard sightings stopped. Jill swears she had not planted lizards to get me to go back to work.
Thanks for writing from beautiful NC, where the anoles come from.