AsylumGuido

When I was 12 years old and living in Northwest Louisiana, one of summer hobbies was catching lizards. That summer I caught a large Five Line Skink that I named Tim. About a week after I had obtained Tim my neighbor's cat attacked Tim and ripped off his brilliant blue tail. Having been born and raised in the region of the Lakota Sioux of western South Dakota and given the heritage of the Caddo people of my new home I renamed my skink, Tim No Ta Il.

Tim died later that week.