Opening the curtains in the sunroom on Thursday, I noticed an anole near the door. It didn’t move as I got closer and I feared that it was dead. As I sadly prepared to remove it, he moved, but lethargically. Realizing that it was probably sluggish due to the overnight temperature drop, I reassured him and turned on the little heater I keep there, then left the room.
Returning an hour later, no anole! Scanning quickly and hoping that he was safely ensconced in a planter or huddling with his family, as I walked into the room, I felt a presence. Looking down, I saw that my missing friend was in fact luxuriating in my chair, like some tiny king on his bed-throne!
Laughing, and appreciating his good taste in seating, I asked only that he clean up after himself, then I left dear Freeman to enjoy his rest.