I am not the only one who thinks my new sleeping bag is cozy.
I unwrapped it this afternoon and tossed it on my couch. This evening I saw a little flash of green on the carpet: a lizard had found its way in and was hopping about. It hopped over my flip-flops, climbed up my couch's leg, and slipped and scurried its way into the silvery-green folds of my sleeping bag.
Then it flattened itself between the folds, where it came to rest. It's welcome to stay, as far as I'm concerned, especially if it takes an interest in that fly that's been buzzing about.