I have been cooking and baking up a storm this Labor Day weekend. And why not? I got a huge box of produce from my CSA, I had some experiments to conduct with beets (the jury’s still out on that one) and some healthy recipes I wanted to test on both kids and pups.
I had a big pile of carrots to work with as well, and despite the blistering heat I had a bee in my bonnet to make carrot soup. Don’t ask me why. It just sounded good.
I have a ragtag collection of pots and pans, one of these, one of those, and a couple that work well for soup. Rather than pull out my Dutch oven, I decided I would use my pasta pot- one of those that has a strainer insert, since I was feeling extra cheflike and wanted to make my own stock while I was at it. This attention to detail was a rare moment in my otherwise box-filled cooking life, I assure you.
So I opened the pots and pans cabinet, reached into the back, and pulled out the soup pot.
And screamed like the mom on Tom and Jerry.
After realizing it had legs and wasn’t some sort of viper planted in wait by an assassin, I regained my composure and looked a little more closely at the interloper. He appeared to be passed from this world. I tilted the pot back and forth and watched him slide sadly back and forth motionlessly.
Since I was alone in the house and had no one to witness this odd phenomenon, I had to take a picture. It was while I was positioning the pot that I thought I noticed a flicker of a toe. Could it be? Was he alive?
I took the pot outside. Brody, sensing something interesting afoot, was right underfoot. When the sunlight hit the bottom of the pot, the lizard started squirming like a vampire hit by the first ray of dawn. Oh yes. He was alive.
Shooing Brody away, I dumped the lizard into the iceplant and went back in to scrub the pot. And inspect the cabinet, which was found to be otherwise skink, skunk, bug, and other creature-free.
Cute, isn’t he?
My husband’s first response was, “Why didn’t you keep him?” This from the guy who threatened grave consequences should I take home any more pets. I said I figured the poor thing had suffered enough without being subjected to a lifetime of being stared at by Apollo.
I am flummoxed- positively befuddled- at the notion of a lizard, soon discovered to be a Western skink, arriving in my soup pot from his standard scrub habitat. He needed to enter the house, then enter the cabinet, then get up the side of a large slippery pot. I suppose he could theoretically have wound up there when the pot was last used and drying in the kitchen, but I don’t even know when that was.
It has been suggested that Apollo, jealous of my cooking segment for the dogs, was merely trying to give me a suggestion. In which case, he is surely sorely disappointed. The Potage Crecy Sans Skink, c’est magnifique.
Sherry Black says
Good thing you found him (or her)…otherwise…instead of skink you would’ve had stink!!!! LOL!!
Jennifer A. Stewart DVM says
LOVE it! My girls spent the day yesterday out in the yard with dad, feeding and watering tortoises, chasing lizards and catching lizards with their bare hands. Dang, those girls are FAST! So far, only the occasional ant and daddy long legs have dared enter the kitchen and bath. Of course they would like to catch a gopher and keep that as a pet. Scot, on the other hand, has other ideas.
Debbie G says
It sure is beautiful…looking at it in someone else’s soup pot, that is.
crazy weinerdog lady says
I think they’re cute 🙂 We have 5 lined Skinks here http://www.animalpicturesarchive.com/ArchOLD-6/1169599013.jpg
omg, i would have pooped myself 🙂
Ah, I remember playign with 5 lined skinks when I was a kid. We had them all over my grandparents’ farm in southeastern Missouri. Pretty harmless little kiddos. I think their tails are blue in part to encourage a would-be predator to take a chomp at that end rather than the end with the more important parts. A few times we accidentally broke off a few tails trying to catch them – they wiggle a lot, another escape tactic. Gosh, I’m such a reptile geek…
We get them in the house once in a while (not sure why they think a house with two cats/two dogs is an awesome environment for them to live). Once I got over the “omigod i hope they don’t destroy our house/yard somehow” fear, I learned that they are just awesome and beautiful creatures! Better seen outdoors than indoors, of course 😉
Oh Waiter there is a A Skink in my soup, how he got there I will never know 🙂
Shelley @ Green Eggs & Hamlet says
That blue tail is simply gorgeous, dahhhhhling.