A skink is a skink, I think, I think.

And no one can capture a skink, I think …

(Trust me.  I tried.  I’m not above scampering around on the sidewalk like an excited eight-year-old when I spot one of these glittery things.  New Yorkers, skinks are fast.  They’re the little blue-tailed cheetahs of the lizard world.)

 

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