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Dragons

I see a lot more lizards now than I ever did in Ireland.  They are rather ugly creatures, rather like mythical dragons or prehistoric dinosaurs, but smaller. I am not frightened of them as I find them harmless.  Indeed, they never come near me.  But some people are terrified of them.  My husband's aunt Urmila is scared of them all right.  I just ignore them and they have never bothered me.

My nephew once told me that a great lizard repellant is peacock feathers.  On the walls of his house, I noticed a lot of peacock feather fans on the walls of his house.  It must be awful when you hate those creatures and they get into your house.  It's good to know about natural repellants.

There is a type of lizard called a chameleon, which changes its colours according to its surroundings.  About twenty years ago my sister-in-law Tapasya was getting ready for work.  She grabbed her sari and put it on carefully, knife-edge pleats and all and pinned down her pallu perfectly (that's the long piece generally finishes off  the sari, folded in pleats over the shoulder).  She was getting late for the office so she got out her scooter and went to her office as quickly as possibly.  Once settled in the office and a little relaxed, she became aware of some disturbance in her skirt pleats and when to the bathroom to readjust.  Imagine her surprise when a maroon lizard jumped out while she was readjusting her pleat folds and disappeared.  A chameleon had remained hidden in her sari and adjusted his colour completely to the sari while he was there.

I found that story very funny - but I'd hate if that happened to me!

Comments

  1. Oh I really enjoy lizards! We have them all over our yard and I even had a pet iguana for a while.

    Probably no surprise I like dragons too! LOL

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  2. I am called a chameleon by some jealous characters!

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  3. When I was stationed in Okinawa, we had a lot of the chameleons. It was against the law to kill them as they ate insects. There was one that stayed on the wall near my bed. It was white, just like the wall. It looked as though it was carved in ivory. And growing up we had the green with stripes up it's back. They're harmless, though ocassionally, when chopping weeds in the garden, we wouldn't see it until we had accidently chopped off part of it's tail. It would just scurry away, tailess.

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  4. Ahahaha funny indeed! I love lizards... I really love them... I used to save them from my mum when they came into the house... I grabbed them and caressing them I would put them gently down on the outside. But now I don't need to anymore, though she doesn't like them particularly she takes great care in saving their lives since the last time she accidentally killed one and I haven't talked to her for weeks! :-)

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  5. Sounds like a neat art project to me.

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  6. I have seen many small lizards in Spain, Italy Greece and Malta, but they seem to take fright and run away. I would hate to find a chameleon hidden in my clothes.

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  7. From some of your other stories, I am surprised that you don't keep a lizard as a pet and keep it on your shoulder! ;-)

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  8. I love lizards and don't understand why anyone would be afraid of them. Especially garden lizards. They are harmless creatures. At least all the ones I have had experience of. I suppose it might be different if it was a really big lizard invading my space.

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  9. OMG.. That is just terrifying. I would never like anything such happening to me. Lizards are kinda disgusting. Although I am not scared of them, they are just gross! :/

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  10. What a great story!
    While I am not afraid of lizards..... I wouldn't really like one to jump out of clothing. Well I wouldn't like anything to jump out!
    Loved the way the chameleon changed to the colour of the sari!
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

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