It was squishy.
The moment my foot came down, it writhed and twisted, tail whipping back and forth in an agonized attempt to struggle free.
When I lifted my foot up, I nearly fell backwards because I thought it as a Giant Silkworm Moth. One bite from one of those and you'll bleed to death.
But no, it was a lizard. A very ddead lizard.
No blood, so I must've cracked something.
I blinked. Twice. And then I blurted, "I killed a lizard!" beccause there was nothing else to say. Which probably did nothing but irritate the neighbors.
I scooted it with the bottom of my shoe into someone's yard. It was limp and still so warm I could feel it through the rubber bottom of my shoe.
I let out a breath when it finally landed into the dirt, and I scraped some flowers over it.
There were no rocks, or I probably would've made a gravestone.
But I did name the lizard.
Inky.
I hope Inky makes it to lizard heaven.
I'm sorry for killing you. ;u;
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