So I open up this often ignored folder that’s lying underneath my dresser and find myself staring face-to-face with a 5 inch lizard. The first thought that goes through my mind is I’m trying to remember whether someone gave me a plastic lizard and that’s what I’m looking at. But, finally, he moves and I realized he is indeed real. Now he’s hiding somewhere near the garbage or something, and I suppose will crawl into my ear hole later tonight and lay eggs.
Update: I caught him by the tail and took him outside.
And kicked his ass?
No, we just talked.
About the origin of moral behavior in society? Was he a good listener?
AZ