"All That and a Bag of Chips"

Benji has become The Great Lizard Killer.  It's been lizard season in Tucson and he has killed several in the back yard at home.  He sits at the back sliding door watching for them and hollers to be let out so he can chase them.  He goes out of the gate at a full run and chases them down.  I've seen him run them down against the back wall, each lap getting shorter until the lizard is exhausted and Benji gets them.

He shakes them hard like he does his toys.  Then, he doesn't really know what to do with them, why they're not moving and "playing" any more.

At Lisa's, the yard is small and just dirt, but he chases lizards on the leash at her place.  He cracks her up, diving into the bushes after them, shaking the bushes to flush them out, wagging that tail, happy as a clam doing it.

This week he killed two big ones at her place.  She doesn't let him eat on them, but goes "Iccckkk, Benji!" and he lets go of them.

She says he always had an inflated sense of self, but now "He thinks he is just all that and a bag of chips!"

I think he needs rattlesnake and poison toad aversion training.  I'm hoping he would have sense enough to run the other way if he ran into a snake.