One
of the coolest things about my new house is the wildlife. There are huge
butterflies and moths, frogs, dogs, cats, bright yellow birds, big black
birds, and tiny red birds. The best, though, are the lizards. Every night,
Daddy and I go out on a lizard hunt, searching around the house for
the geckos that live there and eat all the flying bugs. When we see one,
we say "Baby lizard alert, baby lizard alert!!" to let mom and Breck know
that we see them.
There are garrobos that
live in the roof of our house - huge (meat eating?) things. Mom doesn't
like them because sometimes their poop drips down the walls after a rain
storm, but I like to watch them sunning themselves. Dad told us how he
found an iguana in the toilet when he first came to check out the house,
but we haven't had anything quite that exciting yet. The closest was when
we found a lizard in the pool. I think he fell in from a tree and couldn't
climb out because of the slick walls.
Once
while we were planting flowers, we came across some eggs buried in the
dirt. Breck accidentally speared one, so we looked inside to see what it
was. It was a lizard, but it was bigger than a gecko. Maybe it was a garrobo,
but we never found out.
The other day, we found another
kind of lizard. He wasn't a gecko or a garrobo, but he was patient (or
scared) enough to let Breck and me hold him for a while. You can see how
much fun it is to play with him. I let him go on our back wall so that
he'd come back and visit us again and again. |