When I opened a closet door yesterday, something out of place drew my eye downward. There, exposed on the carpet, was a colorful, wiggly circle. Straightening out, it sprinted two feet and stopped. I called my lizard liberator, Buck, who positioned his hand a foot or so above the critter, and then dropped his hand swiftly to enclose it as only a woods-wise boy can. I opened the door and Buck deposited our frightened-looking guest on a dusty rubber plant on the back patio.