As I mentioned the other day, I’ve only seen three or four lizards up here since we moved last July, and they’ve all been out in front, next to the sidewalk.
This not-so-little guy was warming up out in the Sun in the back yard yesterday, perched on the edge of one of those circular brick planter things that I still don’t have a name for.
I referred to the fence lizards (some fairly large) at the Pomelo house as “Freds,” and the ones at the Scarborough house as “Bubbas.” Their distant relatives here I will call “Pablo.”
Because I can.
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