It’s All Relative

Once, when I was a child, in my zealous attempt to catch a lizard, I grabbed him by the tail and accidentally tore it off.


I cried, worried about how badly I’d hurt him. I saved the tail and even tried to tape it back on, convinced it would morph back to his body within a few days. No such luck. At the end of day 3, I returned Tail-less Eddie to the wilderness that was my backyard. All I had wanted to do was keep him as my pet. Instead, I was sending him off to be ridiculed by his friends. Can lizards even survive without their tails?


I remember being so upset and angry at myself. I was devastated that I had ruined this poor creature’s life.


I’d kill to have a tail-less lizard be my biggest problem these days.


Thoughts? I'd love to hear them!