Bonnie saw this little guy on our front porch as we were leaving the house, and she asked me to catch it for her. It took a few tries, but he was no match for this old lizard wrangler. He was quick, but I was quicker.

Once I nabbed him, he didn’t want to be put down and somehow ended up on my back. Bonnie had to catch him from me, and once she did, he jumped back down to the ground, which was only about 4.5 feet, but for such a little guy, it must have been close to 50 stories. Bonnie named him Rango. You ain’t no kinda man if you can’t catch a critter for your woman.