Fred? Is that you?

A few months ago, a friend of ours gave us a couple of Cuban lizards to help with pest control in our garden.  A male and a female.   We released them on the deck and they began doing the nasty right off the bat because in no time, we saw lots of little bitty lizards.


They looked pretty freaky.  Prehistoric, even.  So ancient that we called one "Fred" and the other "Wilma."  Couldn't really tell which was which, but we figured a Flintstones name was appropriate.

 
We hadn't seen any of the klan in a good while, and just a few days ago as I was cleaning up the deck a bit, I found what you see above: a dessicated (frozen?) lizard.  Can't tell if it's actually Fred or Wilma or one of their offspring.  Poor thing probably froze to death in one of the many freezes we had this year.


It gives my wife the willies, what with the missing eyeballs.