Ants Lizard in my pants

Don't take the title the wrong way. I actually had a lizard in my pants today.

Chris was watching football, so I went out back and was daydreaming as I laid on the concrete basking in my long-sleeved clothing in the sun. (The grass is full of dog poo, and the concrete was warm. Perhaps I was a cat in a previous life. Chris says I sleep as much as a cat...) Because it's the weekend, I was wearing my comfy jeans -- everyone has a pair like this -- the large jeans that you use when you work outside that are oh-so-comfortable.

I was laying flat on my back next to the grass when Chris joined me during a commercial break. As I sat up to greet him, I noticed a little baby lizard run underneath my shoe.

"A baby lizard skittled underneath my shoe!" I exclaimed with glee.
"Carefully lift up your shoe!" he whispered.
I obliged. No lizard.
"Lift up your other shoe."
I obliged. Again no lizard. Quizzical looks from both of us.
"Hmm. Maybe he skittled into the grass."
"Doubtful. We would have seen him and we'd be able to see him now."
He helped me up carefully, and then said,

"Take off your pants."

"What? Right here in the backyard?" I was laughing hysterically as I began to take off my shoes, then undid my belt, and stripped down to my skivvies right there in the backyard.

But as I looked down through my pants to the ground, there was the lizard clinging to the inside of my jeans. Chris and I helped him find the planting beds and I put my pants back on.

Chris and I were laughing so hard when he said, "Now that is only something that would happen to you."

And that's why our house is named "Lizard Hollow."