I don’t care for lizards. I mean, I don’t dislike them, but I certainly don’t want them in my personal space. At a distance is perfectly fine with me!  This weekend while I was walking Taco (my tiny Chihuahua), I stopped to deposit his poop at one of the pet waste stations in the apartment complex where I live. Out popped a lizard from the side of the container, right at my hand! I nearly had a stroke! I’m also fairly certain the neighbors didn’t appreciate the loud shout, either! It was blackish in color, but after I quickly withdrew to keep distance between us, I saw it channeling its color and it lightened up. Whew, narrow call! A furtive look around convinced me no…