Well, it happened. My car-surfing, adrenaline-junkie tiny lizard met his demise. I usually look to see if he’s on the golf cart, and is reasonably safe or needs to be chased to a better location. Yesterday it was dark, as usual, when Sparky and I headed out to watch the sunrise.
I guess Larry the Lizard decided to sit this one out, and jumped off the golf cart just as I was backing out of the carport. I didn’t notice his flattened carcass until later in the day.
Sigh! He was such a cutie. I wish he hadn’t taken up car-surfing as a sport.