It happened on Saturday afternoon that I looked up to see what our dog Dingo was growling at, only to see a tiny chameleon on the floor - no doubt caught by one of the cats. At first I thought he must be dead and swept him into a dustpan, only to then notice he was still breathing.
The hubby made him a fabulous little "recovery box" with sand, water, tree branches and a small bowl of my compost in the hopes it might attract some insects for the little guy to snack on. I had read though that a traumatized or relocated chameleon can easily go three days without eating anything.
The next morning we took a drive down the road to a park and let Chris Chameleon back out into the wild. Here he's waving a little goodbye.
Off to find some grub and maybe a lady friend, if he's really lucky. Go well, little dude!
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