R.I.P. Lizard

I hate to track snow into the house because it makes all kinds of puddles on the kitchen floor. So, before I come in the house I stomp stomp stomp and wipe my feet on the rug. Last night as I was stomping I happened to look down. Eeek ! I had stomped a poor little lizard to death. I have a history with small animals and squishing them. I started to tear up . I squated down to take a closer look, maybe this little lizard wasnt a complete loss. Then I realized I was crying over a stomped piece of lint.