When I was growing up in Paradise Valley, I used to fish lizards out of the pool all the time. They pretended to be dead when you picked them up by the tail, but eventually they started writhing trying to get away. I'd occasionally let our cat take a swipe at them with her claws until the thing died, and then let the cat run off into the Oleander hedge with it to do God-knows whatever. And sometimes our dog would sit and watch the cat go to work on that poor lizard, tail wagging like he was watching a taping of animal "Faces of Death."

That's my take on lizards.