I'm shooting a story today, (in a neighborhood with storm damage left behind by Tropical Storm Debby) and I feel something scraping against my hip. I figure it's just the tag to my pants, so thinking nothing of it, I continue filming. The feeling quickly becomes distracting, so I decide to hop in the news car and take a peek. I see two EYES and what appears to be a small SNAKE in my pants. I jump out of the news car and run down the street screaming, "There's a snake in my pants! There's a snake in my pants!" A nice old man let me use his garage as a dressing room where I'd discover it was just a lizard. Whew!