Guess who stopped by whilst I was writing, yesterday? Not sure how he got back into my house, but I heard a scratching noise, looked over, and there he was right there on my desk: Leonard. The lizard. And even though the real Leonard first dropped by two years ago and has probably long since been eaten by a hawk or something, I'm choosing to believe it's him. He seemed pretty chill when I picked him up - happy enough to bask in my body heat. Perhaps even letting me know that the natural world forgives me for the whole turtle debacle of a few days ago. 'Preciate it, Leonard.