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A Loopy Lizard Legacy
A Whimsical Tale of Love and Compassion
I’m popping in today with a little something positive while I work on some other articles to bring you — soon.
Lilly-the-Lizard
I named her Lilly. I don’t know exactly why — maybe it had a ring to it?
And I don’t usually name my rescues. Maybe because she seemed so “touch-n-go” for a little while?
I think it’s a girl. She had no blue on her tail, so not what I grew up calling a “blue-tail.”
After reading up about the 7-stripe lizard (what I called her before I knew her species), I learned a couple of things.
They’re supposedly called Texas Spotted Whiptails — odd because they seem to have more stripes than spots, but okay.
And I discovered the boys have blue on their bellies and the girls have cream-colored bellies. So, Lilly, it is.
Or perhaps she’s just an all-grown-up New Mexico Whiptail (blue-tail) who lost the blue color in adulthood. They are supposedly all females — known as parthenogenetic (they can change gender when the need arises). I’m not a lizard expert — I have to look this stuff up. I merely enjoy them in my yard. But more on Lilly in a few minutes.
My Silly Cats are . . . Ruthless!
They hunt my backyard lizards. Stalkers! I suppose cats will be cats — the rascals.
Okay, let’s get this out of the way right now. I am a big ol’ softy.
I admit it.
I can’t help myself. I have a soft spot for animals. I go to ridiculous measures to help them whenever they’re in need — if I can. I love them.
