Jeff VanderMeer

I saw the lizard-skink again. He’s really big. I mean, as long as my forearm. And he’s got blue stippling on his sides and a bit of a yellow-gold throat. I’m now wondering if he’s an escaped pet. He doesn’t look very local.

He’s also very Alarm-driven. Any movement and he’s scuttled away to a place where no one can get at him.

He lives in our garage sometimes. The door mechanism is broken so it won’t open, but there’s a crack at the bottom he can enter through into the garage. It’s cool concrete in there, and bugs to eat. I’ve put out some water in a jar lid and a tiny little cardboard box with a washcloth at the bottom. No idea if he’ll want to use it, and the thought strikes me that being at home all the time maybe I’m going a little barmy, but so long as I don’t start talking to him it should be harmless…

Jeff