HOLY LIZARDS
Here in Florida we have little lizards everywhere (and in some localities BIG lizards). Where my sister lives there are big iguanas proliferating, metaphorically getting in her hair.The little ones are often referred to as chameleons, geckos and probably other names, but I think the correct name, at least for the ones I see, is ‘anole.’ They are fascinating to watch, and they seem to be everywhere, even somehow worming their way into my house, which is, let’s say, their last mistake.
I have a statue of Mary in front of my house, and the little beasties seem compelled to climb up it and survey their kingdom from atop her head, which I suppose makes some kind of anole sense, but goes against my druthers. Sometimes they straddle her face, effectively rendering the statue markedly un-inspirational.
Yesterday, it crossed my mind that there must be some odoriferous or contra-lizard substance which I could smear about their favorite perch, so that, among all the possible spots on which they might display their heroic posture, after one or two visits they would choose anywhere else than what they almost certainly don’t appreciate as a representation of the Queen of Heaven.
