On the impossibility of helping sometimes

I scrambled to save this tiny lizard from itself, first found stuck on the underside of our cleaning sponge at the rim of the kitchen sink. From there it leapt to the ground. Humanscale, what would that be? A thirty-story leap?

I went to scoop it up — it managed to elude me and find the throw rug. It scurried to a ripple in the fabric, curling tightly underneath. Finally I transported it to safety outside. There, the dog got it.


Even in my erotic dreams I'm evolving
What am I creating today?