You ever seen these?
Nobody spotted the bedroom-guy but me — so I hustled out the door with the pile of clothes on which he was perched, before either one of the cat-boys was alerted. I confess to being a little, well, agitated, because they remind my own lizard-brain of snakes and so that’s all she wrote as far as the amygdala is concerned and goodbye reason altogether.
That’s my excuse, anyway, for shaking out the clothes a little too enthusiastically and sending the little refugee sailing out over the concrete bang onto his head. Poor guy lay there stunned for half a second and then took off in a hurry under the house.
There is controversy about skinks and cats. Some vets attribute neuronal issues to cats having eaten skinks; others say it’s not so and the symptoms are idiopathic vestibular disease or liver flukes.
Don’t you love that word “idiopathic”? “Arising spontaneously or of obscure or unknown origin.” These days I’ve been feeling pretty idiopathic myself.
Many thanks to the dear reader who brought this to my attention. Whatever the answer — I’m very glad I beat the boys to the punch in any case. Don’t need any more idiopathic controversy than we already have!
So the only photo I could get was of the above guy, stomach-side only. But they are truly beautiful topside. Way too slithery for me to catch a shot of one, so thank you Wikipedia for this one:
Barney spots stomach-guy.
Where did he go?