But it was a dead one. And it was a poignant one too. The shriveled remains of the once alive lizard reminded me of Jurassic Park and the extinction of the dinosaurs. Of course in this case, it was just a small tiny lizard. Yet I couldn't bring myself to remove the preserved remains from this cage since then, as I fear that it would suddenly crumble and fall apart when I touch it.
How long it would remain here, I do not know?
