Kids are weird. I used to look for a horned lizard, give it a tour of my house, and release it if it looked stressed. If it didn't, I'd take it to school in my

Kids are weird. I used to look for a horned lizard, give it a tour of my house, and release it if it looked stressed. If it didn't, I'd take it to school in my shirt pocket. A big one in particular seemed happy as a pet and lived permanently in our backyard. I still find them pretty cool, but I don't think I'd chase another ever. Specially now that I know they shoot blood when scared.