Dead Lizard

We found another lizard to play with! Poor Mr. Lizard. I went outside to see the kids and the lizard and heard this story.

Me: "C, where is the lizard?"
C: "Well, Mom. I let him go..."
M: (interrupting) "Nope. He's dead."
C: "No, he's not dead. I let him go back to his family."
M: "Nope. That's not right. We killed him."
C: "Augh, M! We didn't kill him; we let him go."
Me: "C, did you let the lizard go before or after he was dead."
C: "After. I'm sorry Mom. I think we killed him."

We're learning how to be gentle, but tiny hands tend to squeeze real hard. Poor creatures that choose to venture into our backyard. I'm afraid they don't have much of a chance.