What Do We Say To The God Of Death?

I was walking along the backyard sidewalk and saw something moving down by my feet. I glanced down, saw movement, and managed at the last second to shift my foot so I didn’t come down on top of this dude.

I stopped, I froze, it froze, and I expected the lizard to hit Mach 2 getting away from me. Nope, he just sat there for the longest time. Long enough for me to get out my phone, get it turned on, bring up the camera app, lean over, and snap off a few photos. Still no movement by my lizard pal.

No pushups, no movement, no nothing. But it’s missing most of it’s tail, so things have been tough at some point quite recently.

It occurred to me that its pinhead-sized brain was figuring this was it, the big one, that last fatal mistake. It had zigged when it should have zagged and now that ginormous creature hovering above it just inches away (i.e., me) was going to just devour it in one swell foop. It was just hoping that the finale would be quick and painless.

But what do we say to the god of Death? “Not today!” I wasn’t feeling much like eating live lizards, and I was feeling sorry for this little dude who might the the one I saw last week in this same part of the yard – so I just walked away.

Regrow that tail in peace, live long, and prosper my medium-sized lizard compadre!