No snakes, thankfully.
As for the lizard, I was 100% certain at that time it was a chameleon. I was certain because I lost sight of it when it darted behind a red fire hydrant, and therefore deduced - in a sober, logical, and not at all loud and boisterous manner - that it must have changed colors. :-)
They believed neither of my stories (1) I didn't do it and (2) I had won it in a bar raffle.
I'm fairly forgiving of youthful misdeeds. Especially if they happened in the French Quarter, where stuff doesn't even count if you get right down to it.