WARNING: This post contains images of lizards, so if you’re squeamish, just look the other way. : )
The fact that I’m about to post this is a reflection of my silly, good mood this week and also an indicator that the unseasonable hot days and humidity may very well be getting to my head.
I’ve mentioned being a Mississippi girl who has no problem catching critters. And lizards are common here at the beach and show up just about everywhere. So I usually snag a wondering lizard and the kids will play with them as entertainment. It’s a catch and release program. Case in point, our oldest daughter a while back.
A couple of weeks ago I caught a baby lizard on our front porch for the kids. This little guy was cute and green. As usual, the kids requested to play with him inside because it was so hot outside. I hesitated but compromised with an “okay, but only play with him in the foyer.” They set up a dollhouse in the foyer and started to play “house” with him. Less than five minutes later, two weepy faces came to me in the kitchen and said, “we lost our baby lizard, he ran away and is hiding under the living room sofa.” We looked and looked, but couldn’t find baby lizard. Looked again after dinner. No luck. I just assumed this little guy made a run for it and would sadly pass away in our house…
ONE WEEK later he popped up in the foyer. There he was, fit as a fiddle. He was somehow alive!
Was he camping in our living room the whole time?
The poor guy had a hair stuck in his mouth, probably from crawling around our dusty floors. He was patient enough to let me help him out and grab the hair.
The kids were excited he made a comeback and played with him a little more. Then we let him go. He was a perfectly polite house guest: quiet, friendly and cute.
You just never know what you’ll see around here.