|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Awesome picture.....love your backyard poetry, Patrick!!!
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|It ain't from "Wall Street", ain't it? LOL
|Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson
|I really enjoyed the poem !...M|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You blew it, I wouldn't touch that stink without a gecko policy. My bad.... ;-)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing this delightful "encounter," Patrick. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|What a sanctuary you have reached! A cute little wild tale ~
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|funny little poem, patrick, now tell me how they fry up.
|Reviewed by Eileen Granfors
|I hadn't heard it was possibly dangerous. Wear your big boots around the yard, please. Good pic.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|First a racoon in the backyard then a lizard on the porch, next will be snakes in the sunroom & bears in the bathroom...just make sure there is enough toilet paper...e|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|They are neat little critters!|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Never heard of the blue tailed skink; I thought you mis-spelled skunk. lol Good one Patrick.|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Protective metaphor, Patrick!
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Not quite sure what to say about this one, Patrick. My first thought was that the skink is the idiot in question that survived.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|How did he taste? Dude, just cook up some dogs or something.|