As I stood taking some pictures of butterflies in a field a small lizard came running over the grass and stopped just by my feet. Behavior like that, although charming, makes me question this particular lizards survival skills in a tough a dangerous world. Luckily for that lizard I was more interested in taking a picture or two of it than getting a meal. I’d like to think that I, in some small way, may have helped fine-tuning its senses and that it will now live a long and prosperous life:)