"Aww! You're a cute little dangerous animal! Yes you are!" I said, and picked him up. He bit me. I was being attacked by a baby! That's so cute! I gave the top of his head a rub and he closed his eyes, then let him go under the dog kennel so he could wreak havoc on the molluscs under there. Attack, Snailbane! ATTAAAACK! I found him asleep later in patch of sun.
Neighbours ask why I put up with the snails and don't lay snail-bait all around my plants. The little lizard is why.
* I can't really see the Rational Den cuddling Instictive Den and saying "There there. There there." It's more like wrestling with Instictive Den and shoving him back into the cage with a spring-loaded door and adrenalin-powered trigger. He is always ready to leap from the cage when the door springs open, clad only in kangaroo-skin loin cloth and waving a pointed stick. AAAAAARGH! For some reason he also wears transitions glasses with titanium frames. Modern living has knocked some of the edge of Instinctive Den.
