I have to say, didn't think watching out for wayward lizards would be required here in the Lowcountry.
Last week, I had to gently remove a lizard from my sideview mirror before driving off. Next day, same spot another lizard. I didn't want to consider that it might have been the same lizard. That would really be dumb on the lizard's part. Down he went. It is pretty cool when you move them, though. They attach their feet to your hand and ride down to the ground. Feels really, well, sticky, but a good sticky.

Another day, I'm tooling down Middle Road on Lady's Island, doing better than 45 mph, when I see a lizard jump on my windshield from my car hood. Poor thing. It's sides were pumping in and out, which I believe means they are scared beyond belief. Although a friend disputes the following claim because lizards don't have have emotion, I'm sure its eyes were twice their normal size.

I quickly pulled to the side of the road and shooed him (or her) off my car.

Then, there are all the times I have to direct lizard traffic to the outside of the window screen, not the inside. Then there was the lizard that fell off the screen and scurried behind a desk. It took a good 15 minutes to corral that one. Heck, I didn't want a lizard loose in the house to be an unintended cat toy.

Why do I go to such lengths to protect little reptiles? Because they're so darned CUTE, especially the little baby ones. Love my lizards.