Random moosages as I see fit.

One time when I was taking out the trash cans, I got distracted by something moving erratically in my peripheral vision.  It was long and skinny and flopping around kind of crazily.  I was pretty sure it was a lizard’s tail, but it was flopping around and twisting so crazily that at first it kind of looked like a small snake.

Yes, a small snake.  Meaning, it was a rather long tail.  Meaning, it must have come from a rather large lizard.  Large enough that you’d think I would have seen a lizard running around.  But I never did.  There was no evidence of a lizard.  Other than its tail flopping around by the trash cans.

Anyway, I watched the tail writhe on the floor for a while because I was wondering how long it would keep that up.  My brother decided to come out and join me in watching the tail.  He expressed a moderate amount of disgust.  Yaris was very interested in the tail as well, but I told her she wasn’t allowed to go close to it.  So she went to do something else (in a huff).  The tail gradually ramped down its theatrics for about 5 minutes and was probably completely still after about 10.  I left it there.  I forgot to check on it the next morning but I’m going with the assumption that some animal carried it off for a snack.

I feel sorry for the lizard.  I’m sure losing one’s tail is quite stressful.  And then you have to expend the energy and resources to grow a new one.  And the new one is never the same as the old one.  If I had seen the lizard, I would have let it escape without any issues.  I had no intention of harming it.  I like lizards.  They’re friends.  Poor lizard dropped its tail for nothing.

Anyway, here’s a smallish article on lizards dropping their tails.