
Here's a thrilling story of escape and capture.
Some doofus left the lizard cage partially open day before yesterday. Wasn't me.
Skinnylizard, also known as Chaaarlie and from now on, Steve McQueen, who spends much of his time climbing up the cage implements and trying to stretch high enough to reach the top of the cage, naturally took advantage of this.
The cage is on top of a cabinet on the far, erm, right side of the house (if you're outside looking at the front door). He made it 4 feet down off the cabinet onto the wood floor, across the entire front room, through the dining room, and almost all the way to the far left side of the house (and about 1/3 of the way toward the back of the house) to the refrigerator, where he was trying to sneak in between the cabinet and the fridge to get behind it when my parents happened to be walking in there and saw him.
Seriously, how lucky was that? If he'd gotten behind there, we'd never have known where to find him. Ditto if he went the only 10 feet or so in the other direction after he got down towards the not-really-used closet that's got tons of nooks and crannies because all kinds of crap is in there. I mean, if he'd decided he'd found a good hiding place anywhere before somebody spotted him, that would have been it.
Plus, how the hell did he manage the 4 feet down from the cabinet? I would have expected him to die from that, not be so uninjured as to be able to scurry 40 feet or so.
Course, looking at him today, he looks a little more blind than before (he's not blinking very much), so perhaps not entirely without consequence.
/story.