CW: Death of a Pet

Beneath the balled roots of an old sunflower stalk, the bones of the chameleon we'd buried last summer. Dirt clogged skull. Tiny sliver ribs. Knobby vertebrae almost impossibly articulated. And, a clutch of eggs, each hard and round as a dried pea. My fourteen-year-old son rolls one between his fingers and pronounces the cause of death. Egg bound.  So filled with life it killed her.