May I just express to you how much I dislike skinks? I know they are one of God’s lovely creatures, but they are slimy looking, they walk like a snake wriggles, and they hide.
I don’t like them.
And I know they have it in for me.
There is at least one that lives in my front rose garden, but today I saw an immature one without the blue tail, which means there are at least TWO now. And where did I see this skink?
In my garage.
I know he was waiting for his chance to squeeze under the screen door and go into my kitchen.
Most of the time they enjoy hiding right at the edge of my welcome mat on the front or back doors. And as soon as I open the door and take my step out into the world, they slither out from their hiding place and scoot away causing me to have a moment of sheer panic.
I won’t go into the time one actually made it over the threshold into the living room. I have shut out those memories.
Spring is officially here. Flowers are blooming, the kids are playing outside for hours at a time, and the skinks are hiding.
If you hear a scream, it’s probably me.