When my kids were little, they loved to catch lizards. Living in Arizona, we’d come across a slithering “Lizzy” nearly every time we went outside. One morning, my daughter rescued a two-inch-long baby lizard in our backyard. She tenderly placed it into a large Tupperware container and set it on the edge of the patio table in the sunlight. My three year old son, Nathan, who moved only at the speed of light but without the same level of precision, accidentally knocked over the container. In a frantic attempt to grab the baby lizard, he stepped on it, crushing it...

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