This morning I walked out the back door and opening the storm door, had a green anole, (what I grew up calling a camelion) fall on me. Skurring away, as the door closed it was like it was trying to get himself squished in the jam going into the house. I have found several little dried up husks of lizards in the house and it always makes me sad. It is just not a lizard friendly environment.
Anyway, I prevented that, and noticing it was in the 50s this morning I assumed it was cold and seeking warmth. Having capturing it in my hand and holding it for a bit, I finally opened my hand and he was in no rush to scamper away, the advantages of being warm blooded. I watched those little eyes that can look in all directions appraising me. I offered him life in a terrarium or freedom and finally it chose the latter.
Not my photo
Anyway, I prevented that, and noticing it was in the 50s this morning I assumed it was cold and seeking warmth. Having capturing it in my hand and holding it for a bit, I finally opened my hand and he was in no rush to scamper away, the advantages of being warm blooded. I watched those little eyes that can look in all directions appraising me. I offered him life in a terrarium or freedom and finally it chose the latter.
Not my photo
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