Cheeky little creep.
If I can’t catch him, there’s only one thing left to do.
So far, the facebook suggestions are:
Randall (from Monster’s Inc.)
FirstHusband says I should name him “Stinky” because that’s what he’ll be after he bakes to death inside a closed van in the Florida sun for a few days.
I would put Bob the cat in the van with me for a while if I didn’t think he would have an “I’M GOING TO THE VET!!!” panic attack and cower under the seat.
Just in case there’s any doubt, lizards are not my favorite.