Gather your boys, close your eyes if you’re squeamish….
Well, goodness. I warned you.
Ugly fellow, isn’t he?
Big, too. Longer than a brick.
Broad-headed Skinks will go so far as to shake a wasp nest just to get the wasps to come out for lunch (the skink’s lunch, yes.).
Hope I’m never under the nest when he shakes it.
Our cats hadn’t yet discovered this fellow. I hope they don’t. We don’t see them too often – I think they’re shy – but once, we had a skink couple in our garage. Our cat hurt the girl. To death. (sorry) We scooted her out of the garage, onto the dirt near the hydrangeas. Fertilizer. And would you know it? Her fellow stayed right by her side for two days until we finally encouraged him to move on in his life by burying his lady.
I do believe lizards grieve.