I'm wondering if I should change my name to Dr. Doolittle...
First there's the Iguana's...
I caught this guy on my car a couple weeks ago... He was very content, had no desire what so ever to move along despite my shrieks and urgings... It finally came down to the nudging with a stick, which even then seemed more of an annoyance to him than a real clue that he should move along.... Then, the other day, I left the office, and as a coworker and I got to my car, she let out a little "Oh my", and again, an Iguana on my car... a little bigger than this guy...
And then there's the gecko-lizard-salamander-chameleon things that seem to be everywhere... There's the one that hangs out in the stair well... I know he lives there, I know exactly where he likes to hang out, behind the light fixture, with just his back legs and tail sticking out,,, I smile every time I see it,,, It reminds me of a small child who thinks you can't see him if he covers his own eyes... But it's like he waits for me,,, and when he realizes I'm not paying attention, he shoots across the wall... I jump every time...
I was at the grocery store the other day,,, grabbed a cart and proceeded inside... I grabbed my Diet Coke, went to put it in the cart,,, and there, clinging for dear life, was a gecko-lizard-salamander-chameleon thingy... I, being the sucker that I am, then went through the store as quickly, and smoothly as I could... Knowing that if I jarred the cart and he fell off he was doomed... At one point I thought I lost him... went around to look in the cart (from another angle, and trying to not look crazy),, and there he was resting comfortably on my Dooney bag... and although I was very relieved he hadn't jumped to his own death, I suddenly found myself wondering, for the first and hopefully only time, about the bowel habits of lizards. Because let's face it, if he peed on my leather bag, he was on his own.
(This picture was taken from HERE, as I was too taken with my own ducklings to think of actually snapping a pic)
Then Saturday morning, I woke up early, and decided to go get some breakfast... I got to the car and saw some little ducklings across the parking lot... I stepped out, from between the cars to get a better look, and they came RUNNING up to me like I was their long lost mother (even though she was standing very near by monitoring everything)... I didn't even know what to do,, I looked down and I had 10 or 11 ducklings chirping away, nipping at my toes... literally.... I bent down slowly,,, thinking they would scatter,, but no,,, they chirped away, moving from my toes to my fingers,,, cute as buttons,,, half feathers, half fuzz... After the wild life adventure, I stood up, headed back to the car,, and was followed... chirp, chirp, chirp... so I lead them back over to the grassy area, waited for them to get side tracked by the grass and bugs, backed away and walked back to the car... opened the door, and felt a pinch at my toe.... They weren't budging....
So there I was,,, walking my brood to the other end of the parking lot... plotting how I was going to get rid of them,, I felt like a horrible mother, in some special on LifeTime.... at which time I was saved... With a couple little chirps from their real mama, they changed course like a well oiled machine, leaving me behind...
