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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Littlefoot, Ducky, Cera and Petrie -- Is It Really You???

There were clues, but I didn’t put the pieces together. First there was the toad. He looked a little like this:



Minding his own business, hopping across the sidewalk in my front yard. He wasn’t a very friendly toad, but looking back, I think he was on a mission, a journey, a road trip. And you know how cranky we can get when we’ve been traveling too long.

Then yesterday while I was on the phone with my father, I noticed something small and reptilian-looking in the grass. Upon further investigation I found this little guy:



And not far away I also discovered this beauty:













I thought they belonged to the adorable little neighborhood children who love to play in my driveway and front yard. But now I’m not so sure.

You see, last night my sixteen-year-old son discovered and captured (for purposes of scientific observation) a prehistoric-looking reptile that looked a bit like this guy:



And that’s not the half of the story. This clever little critter, a young garter snake of about twelve inches, decided at about nine o’clock yesterday evening that he was tired of his captivity, and Escaped. Into. My. Living. Room.

What a cause for celebration! Yup! Yup! Yup!

We spent a couple of hours among upturned couches and recliners, checking dark corners, nooks and crannies – and we found two stray socks, sixty-eight cents in loose change, a stray remote control, and NO SNAKE.

Oh happy day – because I just love me some reptiles!

We went to bed hoping that our skinny little friend had found a way out of the house, and I secretly hoped that in the event that he hadn’t, our predatory cats would hunt him down and --- er, um, you know – escort him out of the house via whatever exit first presented itself.



It wasn’t until I lay in bed this morning, in that fuzzy pre-awake state of actual brain activity, that I realized what was going on here. Evidently our home was built right in the middle of one of those pre-historic reptile migration routes, and we’ve been witness to a mass exodus for parts known only to our scaly little friends.

It has all the makings of a great Disney adventure: cute little reptiles, drama, suspense, danger, and (hopefully) a happy ending. Which is almost assured -- as long as I don’t find a half-eaten garter snake outside my bedroom door any time soon – deposited there, I’m sure, by my great feline hunters.

Cue the music.

1 comment:

Deena said...

LOL!! Have you emailed Pixar yet?? I'd go see that film!

Oh, and get this...your word verification for my comment:
lizqw...I wonder if that's how lizards spell their name??

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