I’ve been seeing many juvenile Skinks (Broad head Skink [Plestiodon laticeps]) or (Five-lined Skink [Plestiodon fasciatus]) here. They are so tiny and cute. A delight to see.
Yesterday I discovered that one had managed somehow to get into my cabin. They are little, but not that little that it would magically squeeze in through a small space. At that moment of discovery I was glad that there is not a cat that lives here. The reason why? My Mom’s cat would have eaten it. Or, the cat would have become best friends with it, which is what happened years ago at our house in Arlington. I discovered a snake in our basement that our cat, Casey, thought was there to play with him. I managed to catch the snake and take it to the woods to release it. When I returned Casey was howling unconsolably. It was if Casey had lost his dearest friend. How dare I take that snake away.
But all ended well here at the cabin. I captured the juvenile Skink and it is again out in its wild world. Hooray.