I have unexpectedly become the primary caregiver for an anole. It's a lizard. I call them sidewalk lizards because when I was in Florida they were all over the sidewalks. Hence, sidewalk lizards. Merv Griffin is pretty small. He hitched a ride out of dodge on a load of plants. I, being either soft-hearted, defiant or non-murderous, saved him from the destiny of the underside of an intentional shoe. It was either death or live with me. Make your own joke here:
I spoke out against his execution and thusly, am now responsible for his life.
When I was trying to prevent his death, my goal was not to become his custodian. I am sure this is a metaphor for something about why people don't speak out on things. When you do protest things you become responsible. In my case for a lizard but there could be worse things to be responsible for, like trans fats.