Snips and Snails and Lizard Tails

The Boy ran in the house, holding something thin and blue-green, followed by the three girls with their eyes big and round. “I was holding a skink and it dropped its tail!” Everyone started telling the story at once… they had captured a skink (a hard thing to do) and the Boy was holding it by its tail (and under its body, he corrected) when all of a sudden it dropped its tail and ran up a tree. I am sure they were being gentle enough, but the thing must have been very frightened of little-kid squealing.

So now we have a skink tail in our nature tray. “Put it by the dead stuff,” he said. You know, the cicada shells and dried crawdads.

A Skink Tail with Crawdads