Littlest member of the household

If I didn't point him out, you would miss him. He's that tiny speck of a lizard. There, on the floor. Between the edge of the table and the chair.

All the lizards in the house are called Jimi. This stemmed from the early days when we first moved in and I found a lizard overhead, clinging onto the recessed part of the living room ceiling that is painted to look like a cloudy sky. You know, Jimi Hendrix's "Kiss the Sky".

It was Roop who alerted L to Tiny Jimi on the floor by performing springing goat-like leaps around the chair under which Tiny Jimi had tried to hide. He was lying still, squarely under the chair where Roop couldn't reach him, however hard he tried to poke his nose under the chair's legs. Even a little lizard has more brains than That Dog. Who had to be sternly told that little lizards aren't live food.

And they all lived happily ever after.