Well, not really. That was somewhat of a misleading title to this entry. But it is about animals.
When people get to know me, three things really seem to stand out as something I lacked growing up.
1. I have never been to Disneyland. Or any theme park other than Sea World. (and my first time at one of those I was in my 20's)
2. I didn't know how to swim until last year when I took private lessons with a UCSD triathlete for a few months. Now I can actually swim swim rather than dog paddle.
3. I never really had a pet growing up. At least not in the traditional sense. I have pictures of me riding horses as a kid and playing with dogs, but they were never mine, always other family members.
As a little tyke, I liked sharks, monsters and dinosaurs. Not exactly the easiest things to find at the pet store. My parents had a few dogs when we were younger and those I think really soured me on animals.
Bullet was a reject police dog German Shepard that chased us, bit us, ran away and killed the neighbor's sheep. Kanuk was our second dog and I'm not sure what he was but he was white and reminded me of sled dogs, Kavik and other Jack London tales. He bit one of my cousins in the face very viciously so my aunt shot him with a shotgun and killed him.
Living on the Lost River in southern Oregon I caught fish, frogs, tadpoles and turtles but they were all short term projects. When we moved to Montana I bought a kitten from a grade school teacher but he ran away. His name was Peter and staying true to his name liked living at a church rather than our garage.
My sisters were able to have dogs and cats but they were "responsible" whereas I was not. So my pleas off and on for a pet went unheeded. So my childhood was without the lesson learned nurturing and caring for animals. It was catching bees and throwing them at people on the playground, burning ants with a magnifying glass, catching fish to eat, shooting robins and such with my BB gun. Normal boy in the wild fare.
Then we got ducks. Yes, ducks. Somehow, someway we were able to convince our mom that ducks were the pets for us to have! So we got little duck chicks at the farm and ranch store and took them home. Soooo cute. We would fill up our little red wagon with water and take them on "walks" around the block. Heck, I even took them to school once for show and tell. Want a recipe for pandemonium in a 3rd grade class room? Bring 2 young white ducks to show and tell. One of the little girls freaked and dropped one and the other got away and then it was pure bedlam. Kids yelling, ducks pooping, ducks running and squawking, kids running and squawking. We let them fend for themselves while we went on vacation and the ate up our whole garden. Mom was not happy. So we released them into the wild at the pond where I fished and they just did their natural duck thing.
Everyone once in a while I would get nostalgic about this all and think about getting a pet, realizing I am somewhat more responsible now. I enjoy animals beyond eating them and wearing them. I have many fond memories of animals as I have never been attacked by anything, unlike my brother. I've seen bear, cougar, salmon, sharks, dolphins, bald eagles and other in real life, up close and in their habitat.
But I have never had a pet. Taking care of my neighbor's rabbits for a week is as close as I've gotten in the past 8 years.
So what should I see when I walked in the front door this afternoon but this:

My wild little kid version of me who's only rules growing up were to not whine about stuff and be home by dark, kicked in and quickly turned the situation into this:

A few minutes of scrounging in the garage and yard and I had a pretty good little terrarium built:

Anyone happen to know what kind of lizard I caught?
edit: it is an adult male Southern or San Diego Alligator Lizard.