A few weeks ago I noticed a green anole squeeze into the driver-door outside mirror of my car.  It did not occur to me that he actually lived in there until this past weekend, when I took a four-day, three-night, 1200-mile book tour road trip from my home to a gig at Florida State College in Venice, Florida, and then on to an appearance at the Miami Book Festival and back home again.  This little fella, whom I came to call "Larry," went along for the ride, sunning himself at times at 70...