Benjamin walked into the kitchen the other day and let out a scream. There was a lizard sitting by the onions. We didn't get terribly close to it because we didn't want to startle it. Instead we got a bin and stealthily moved the onions, slammed down the bin to capture it, eased a piece of cardboard under the bin and transferred it outside.
We know because the kids spent quite a bit of time investigating our unlucky houseguest (likely once a broadhead skink or perhaps a ground skink (I don't believe it's a five-lined skink because those are fairly easy to identify)).
We're not terribly surprised to find a lizard in the house (our door gets left open rather often) but we were surprised to find a dead lizard. Spiders and beetles and other creepy crawlies aren't entirely scarce in our house (did I mention that our door gets left open rather often?) so how is it possible for a lizard to have apparently starved to death in our house?!
Maybe he was just old. Wanted a nice, high place to draw his last breath. Climbing up to your counter took all his remaining energy, and he succumbed, having fulfilled that last desire to climb.ReplyDelete