Oh, I don’t know what else to write today! It’s raining, the wind wrecked our nice new umbrella, I think we need a movie here…
I do love chameleons, though. I had a couple, once. You should’ve seen them go to town on crickets.
I have this fantasy of giant chameleons descending on Washington, D.C., or better yet, Davos, and snapping up a whole multitude of globalists and Far Left crazies–and no escape is possible. Zap! Crunch! And another bad guy disappears into a chameleon’s hungry mouth. I know it’s not the most charitable thing I could imagine; but it is quite satisfying.