Post-xmas and new years. The plague has descended, and we are all living in blighted, cursed lands. Made up martinis for the first time, which were wickedly strong.
The baby lizard came back from the wildlife refuge, where he’d been recuperating. We released him into the garden during one of the few sunny days / moments we had. He didn’t want to leave on the first day, but second time around, he ran off into the undergrowth (after being very aggressive, which is I guess your best option when you’re small). Good luck fella.