One day at work, in a load of potatoes, a small lizard was found. Most likely hatched on the way up north, in the middle of winter, in a refrigerated truck, this little guy beat all the odds and ended up in my care. His name is Spud and he's a Brown Anole. He was a little present I didn't ask for but welcomed eagerly, cause he was dehydrated and cold and somehow won some kind of cosmic lottery where he will get everything he needs to grow big and healthy.
