Lizard, lizard show me your blanket. Lizard, lizard show me your blanket.
As a child watching green lizards crawl along a chain link fence, this little chant always brought the desired results – a bold display of a red pouch, or dewlap, on the lizard’s neck right beneath his chin (if what lizard’s have is considered a chin).
I do not recall when I first became frightened of lizards, I only know that I am afraid of them. This is an irrational fear, of course, and I understand that. People throughout my life have tried to assuage my fear of these repugnant creatures by holding them up to my face or letting them dangle by the teeth on their fingers. Supposedly these antics are to show me that lizards won’t hurt me. Perhaps they won‘t; unless they give me a heart attack. ...continue reading
Peace, Marlene
