Lizard Patrol

I don’t care for lizards. I mean, I don’t dislike them, but I certainly don’t want them in my personal space. At a distance is perfectly fine with me! 

This weekend while I was walking Taco (my tiny Chihuahua), I stopped to deposit his poop at one of the pet waste stations in the apartment complex where I live. Out popped a lizard from the side of the container, right at my hand! I nearly had a stroke! I’m also fairly certain the neighbors didn’t appreciate the loud shout, either! It was blackish in color, but after I quickly withdrew to keep distance between us, I saw it channeling its color and it lightened up. Whew, narrow call! A furtive look around convinced me no one had seen this pathetic example of fear…but, who knows? People could’ve been peeping from behind their blinds and got a good laugh at my expense.

Fast forward to later in the day. Our path took us once again by this very same station but I wasn’t thinking lizard…I was off in the clouds with my own thoughts. Reaching once again to dispose of poop, that crazy lizard popped up again. Good news is I didn’t yell this time! Bad news is that I did jump…just can’t do lizards! Another furtive glance….geez, get a’hold of yourself girl! It’s just a lizard!

Now it’s Sunday. This time, I went prepared. First round was to capture this thing on my cell phone camera, but I’m not as good with those as I am my DSLR, so during the second afternoon walk-about, I took my “good” camera and braved up. Yep, there he was, just waiting for my return. He was a lighter color this time, maybe because he was on the green post instead of the black trash liner. I leaned in, holding my breath, keeping an eye out for him to jump out at me. Thank goodness, a bug got his attention and he was more interested in that than in me. 

And that’s the Lizard Patrol for the day.