I spotted an anole on the wrong side of the glass. I'm not the best at reptile-wrangling, so I was surprised when I easily convinced him onto my hand.
"Poor thing," I thought, "he's so weak he can barely move."
Then he sprinted up my arm and onto my shoulder. Running headlong towards the face of an apparent predator doesn't seem like a good survival tactic, but it was hilarious. Watching that little anole face moving so quickly towards my nose really made me grin.
I ran outside before he could leap off. He stayed put. I leaned against a wooden post, and he slowly ambled off. He even stuck around to pose for a portrait.
One post away, his vardøger seemed satisfied.
I forgot to mention the scientific name. The Carolina anole (or Green anole) is Anolis carolinensis.