Wes was standing by the wall, looking down at his phone, when he felt it. A light weight on his shoulder, tentatively pressing, then a little more, and a little more. Then it was there.
There was a reptile on his shoulder.
Wes didn’t look up. He kept staring at his phone, not knowing what sort of reptile it was. He knew that two had escaped their pens. One, a harmless chameleon. The other, a not-so-harmless snake.
All things considered, Wes thought, it was unlikely to be the snake. It would have a hard time climbing. Though he had felt something on his leg earlier. But that could have been the chameleon. Yeah, definitely couldn’t be the snake. That would be crazy.
Unless his was one of those flying snakes, and he didn’t know it. He frowned.
Still looking at his phone, Wes tried to see the thing on his shoulder. He angled the phone, tilting the screen until it reflected. There was a tongue flicking out – he could feel that on his cheek now – then a head, and thank god it’s the chameleon, he though.
Wes breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and reached up to grab the chameleon. Then he saw the snake, poised just above him, hanging down. He froze again, not sure how to get out of this one.
The chameleon’s tongue touched Wes’s lips.