I once squashed a Blue Belly lizard running with bare feet in a childhood daze. And stopped. Hearing the squish. Feeling the creature flatten. I shouted to my brother to come and see what I’d done. And together we examined my first taste of murder. Cringing at the entrails, bright reds and yellows overflowed from a mouth propped-open and peaked out from under the tail. It was hard not to gag at the suddenness of death. And for the first time I felt flushed with the heat of consequence, for running so freely and so fast.