The poor little thing with his one ear, thanks to SE Water workers, so pathetic that I just couldn't bring myself to chuck him on the pile.
And his mates kind of nestled up to him when I put them there for the photo. I'll give them a bit of a paint job with the rest of the gnomes and they can continue to guard the water meter with the not so bad goanna on a log.
Yes, I'm sentimental and soft as marshmallow but those little almost gone eyes still looked at me.
Maybe I could paint a pirate patch where his ear used to be.
On the good side, I grabbed a role of purple synthetic leather from herontheotherside whose husband was an upholsterer and only bought really expensive materials. It's going to make great shoulder bags for the next 20 years.