One of my favorite memories of spending summers at my grandparent's house is hunting for lizards. In Florida, lizards are everywhere and as kids we'd spend hours in the backyard "hunting" them. I remember one year I got really lucky and caught a tiny frog, too. Good times.
While in Florida, my brother and sister kept the tradition alive took Owen lizard hunting. He LOVED it. When they caught a lizard, my brother let Owen hold it and he did NOT want to let that thing go! He was so proud of his lizard and held it for at least ten minutes straight. A couple of times the lizard got away, but they caught him again. (It wasn't a very fast lizard.) Here are some pics of Owen proudly holding his lizard.
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That was so fun!
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