No I have not gone crazy. It's just quiet and cold, there is no electricity, and I'm sitting out on my porch left with just my imagination !

The Song this blog is most like – Keller Williams = Lizards

Lizard

Everything is affected by the cold and compelled by the sun. The lizard's that seem to masterfully escape the grasp of hungry Basotho are no exception. Over the past year I've come to know three that live in/near my house; two medium sized and one smaller lizard, maybe a recent addition to a family. One in particular caught my attention repeatedly because it lost its tail about six months ago.
To Basotho this 'snake' (since everything scary and foreign takes on a snake like form—note to avoid scary personal attitude for the remainder of my stay) is even more mysterious and scary. Skittishly, the adults watch this deformed creature scuttle away with a frown of disgust. The kids, with more of a curious eye but a similarly unknowing fear, watch more closely. No one understands when I try to explain how the lizards aren't snakes, firstly, and second, that the tail will grow back. The permanence of change and destruction doesn't allow for conceptual understanding of re-creation quit yet. I'm not sure what that even means when I write it!
Seriously, just today while I'm writing our lizard came out again to bath in the sun, a habit both Basotho and lizards enjoy. She came out with an inch and a half stub of a tail (I gave this lizard a feminine persona because of her glittery turquoise pink orange color that shimmers in the sun but I do yield that it could equally be a guy too; whatever nature). Still not the original length, the tail gave distinct positive proof. Now I'm just wondering if everyone will just say it's a different lizard and not the same ole' girl.