From my point of view, the world is a fast place. Too fast, if you ask me. Everything scuttles and rushes, twitches and wriggles, and above, huge shadows threaten my short horizon. I’ve got ears and can hear, and I’m so often puzzled by low roaring noises, as if an unbelievably gigantic monster is horrendously angry. The large animals – the humans who think they run my garden – are mostly safe. Once or twice I’ve been picked up by one and, just as I’m about to shed my tail and escape, I hear their sounds of admiration and happiness in seeing me and feeling my super-smooth scales as I glide over their hands. They mostly know that I eat the main enemy of the garden – slugs… YUM!