The Lizard Whisperer: A girl and her very special gift

The relationship went sour at the altar. Both the bride and groom knew it, but the groom wanted to go through with the wedding. Surely they could make it work!

The bride had other ideas, though. She was suffocating. Her poofy white dress felt like plastic, probably because it was. She couldn’t do it, marry this coldblooded man she didn’t love. She bolted.

The groom followed after her, leaping into his big, black Mercedes to chase her down. But she was getting away! He sped up, frenzied now, and did the one thing sure to stop her. Thump!

Palm Beach Post

By RACHEL SAUER: Palm Beach Post Staff Writer

The relationship went sour at the altar. Both the bride and groom knew it, but the groom wanted to go through with the wedding. Surely they could make it work!

The bride had other ideas, though. She was suffocating. Her poofy white dress felt like plastic, probably because it was. She couldn’t do it, marry this coldblooded man she didn’t love. She bolted.

The groom followed after her, leaping into his big, black Mercedes to chase her down. But she was getting away! He sped up, frenzied now, and did the one thing sure to stop her. Thump!

“Oh, no,” the groom thought. “Oh, no! What have I done?”

He lay back against the seat, propped up by his stiff tuxedo, almost paralyzed with shock. His reptilian eyes stared straight ahead — or as straight ahead as they could, rather, since his eyes are on the sides of his head. His bride was lying under the bumper!

But before we continue with this sordid tale, there’s someone you should meet.

She’s Lily Capehart, and she’s very busy right now, otherwise she’d introduce herself. But that’s she over there, curled forward like a comma, creeping quietly along the bushy perimeter of her family’s West Palm Beach yard.

While she’s occupied, a little about her: She’s 10 and a fifth-grader at the Academy of the Palm Beaches. She likes science and art and plays basketball. She’s smart and sweet, and has a funky sense of humor. Her parents, Dina and Lucien Capehart, are very proud of her.

There’s something else about her, though you might not believe it. But it’s true, every word. She’s . . . well, this you’ll just have to see. Let’s join her again in the yard.

She’s very, very quiet, each step measured and considered. Her eyes scan the tree trunks and leaves, flicker over branches and flowers until - aha! Quickly, silently she glides forward . . . almost there . . . reaching out . . . andafastGRAB!

Now her thumb is loosely looped over a brown anole lizard, holding it in her cupped hand.

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