C caught a lizard this morning. She was so excited and really wanted to keep him. I gave her a dish to store him in, and she named him Paco. She spent the next hour trying to catch little bugs for Paco to eat. She put a little grass in the dish. She took great care of him ... for that one hour. 
At noon, I went outside to announce lunch and saw A sitting under the swingset, playing with the dish. It was open. Paco was gone. C cried. I told her we'd try again another day.
