I remember, vividly, the first time I saw a juvenile five-lined skink. I was cabin-sitting for a friend in southern Ohio, in the hills (foothills of the Appalachians). They owned 8 acres of very steep ravine, the cabin was dug into the ravine side near the road. As I recall, the most notable aspect for me was that the outhouse was open on the ravine side, so you had a lovely view as you sat there. The cabin was small enough that the little deck built on the side by the front door pretty much increased the cabin area by 50%. The deck was south-facing, so I mostly spent my five days there, vegging out in the sun. And since I was sitting really still, I saw little teeny lizards that had BRIGHT BLUE TAILS. It was amazing, and it was so many years pre-Internet that I had no way of finding out what they were until I got back home and could go to the library!
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Date: 2014-05-28 12:52 am (UTC)