As per request, I have some carnage pictures today. Manson brought in another lizard this morning. I can always tell when he’s got something, because he’s just pleased as can be with himself; making little trilling sounds and rubbing up against my leg.

pleased with himself whose alive? not me!

This time I figured I found it too late, as it was dead on it’s back. Manson would flip it up in the air occasionally, and it would go plop. Then I noticed that when the cat wasn’t looking he would try and sneaky sneaky crawl away. That little fucker was just playing dead! So, rescued this one too, much to kitty’s dismay.

c'mere!
yeah you.
go ahead, i dare ya.