I thought this little lizard sunning on the roots of one of the MANY olive trees in my yard was just too cute, so I had to take his picture! I have no problems with lizards. They eat insects, they do me no harm, the kids play with them, the dogs and cats chase them...and, most importantly, they never ever come in the house!
No, Mr. Lizard is fine by me. It's Mr. Gecko I can't stand! He and his friends are in the house all the time, scurrying across the walls, hanging from the ceiling when you least expect it. And then, they die. Ok, it's not his fault, it happens to everyone sooner or later...but when a gecko dies in the house, he leaves a really bad smell...and most of the time there's nothing to be done about it...because his little gecko corpse is hiding somewhere behind the furniture, or in the wooden blinds...and you'll never find it! No, I don't like geckos...
A little church in the Pusteria Valley
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