Walking near a farm on Sunday morning with my son, he accidentally stepped on a skink*. While sunning themselves on roads and paths, they are lethargic and slow to react. It seemed alright with no discernible injuries but it then started writhing wildly.
For 5 minutes it went from this wild dance to blinking stillness several times and then it killed itself.
* After an email exchange with specialists at the Natural History Museum, London, I have discovered that the creature was actually a slow worm(Anguis fragilis). Their hypothesis is that it could have felt that it was being attacked and in absence of an enemy to bite, it turned on itself.
Monday, 16 July 2007
Noodle 18 - 15 July 2007
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