Night visitor

In a bit more than a year here, little lizards like this guy have come into the apartment only, oh, five or six times.

Outside, I've seen hundreds. Green, beige, brown, mottled, almost black, they're robust little fellas. They run, freeze, flex, change color, run again. When you approach them, they scoot.

This one ran up the wall across from the bed. I took him outside and put him on the big sapodilla tree. He ran back inside, and onto the wall. I put him outside again -- farther away, to the strangler fig. He ran in again. I took him outside again, this time to the big philodendron. He ran in again.

I turned out the light, and at least he wasn't there this morning.