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I. A flicker of movement in midair as I passed. Another one, frantic. In the corner between two retaining walls hung a mess of a black widow’s web. A whiptail lizard had caught upside down. She was just a baby, maybe two inches long, her tail a bright blue.* The web flashed in and out of shadow as she struggled to break free.
I found a juniper twig in the parking lot’s landscaping, tore into the web, and lifted the lizard to the top of the wall at my waist. The web hadn’t come away cleanly, though, and the lizard’s tail dragged a sticky weight of dead leaves and candy wrappers. Her movement hindered, she was easy pickings for the first predator to come along.
I poked at the mess with the twig, trying to pry it away. I ended up dragging the lizard on her belly…
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