dear liz

I caught a lizard with my own hands on my way home from school on Friday.  I named him Liz.  I showed my mom.  It was pretty easy to get it into the cage. 

I don't know what kind of lizard it was, but it was cool that he had yellow stripes on his back.  His tongue was kind of long.  Taylor let him go, but I caught him again.  It was hard to feed him, because he likes crickets.

Gabriel and my cousins shook the cage and Liz died.  I was very very sad to find him dead.  So I buried him in my yard.

I miss you Liz!