I remember when my dad used to take me to the Ohio State Fair when I was a kid. I loved the livestock shows and pony races. I loved seeing the champion vegetables and fruits, the winning quilts, and all the other competing items. They offered all kinds of weird foods, like fried Twinkies. and other staples like funnel cakes, Belgian waffles, and locally brewed beer. There was rousing music of many kinds playing over the whole area. People strolled with their families, having the best time ever. Guys would try to win stuffed animals for their girls in the shooting stalls. I am sure they were rigged, but some did triumph and then have to schlep around a giant panda bear for the rest of the Fair.
My senior year in high school, I was invited to exhibit my winning science fair project, having to do with the behavior of green anoles, at the Ohio State Fair. In those days, there were guys selling green anoles tethered to a velvet board by tiny collars and leashes. One morning, I went to my terrarium of anoles and found that I had acquired several extra anoles---wearing tiny collars and leashes. I took them home and cared for them too until they eventually lived out their little lifespans and joined the great mealworm in the sky.
How terrible that an innocent person lost their life on that defective ride, and how awful that an eagerly awaited event like the Ohio State Fair would lose some of its joy, especially for kids, thereafter.
You and anoles seem to have a long and storied history.
I remember you identifying the lizards in my back yard as anoles a while back, and remember you mentioning an escape of anoles near you when a truck crashed and accidentally released them, spreading them to the four winds.
So yeah: cool!