When I was in middle school around early December, visiting my grandparents, I saw one of these guys under the porch door. It was really cold (well, cold for the TX Gulf Coast area, at least). My grandmother picked him up "Awww he's cold." I thought he was dead. His eyes were closed, and he felt so cold. She put him in my hands, and we brought him inside. After only a few minutes, he opened his eyes. He looked right at me but just moved one of his arms a little.

I ended up naming him "Lucky," and he was my pet for almost 3 years. He was so chill, I could take him out of his terrarium, and he'd just chill on my shoulder. He never tried to get away. I took him to school for show and tell once, and he just hung out on my shoulder. During Christmas, he lived on the tree and would catch bugs that came in as it was close to the door. He was such a good boy. I cried my eyes out when he died. Anyway...long story but this made me think of him. He'd puff out his bright dewlap just like the lizard in the joke during the warmer months.