Hello to you, o’ silver skink! You’re after my milkshake, I think — perhaps to make a swimming pool this hot Virginia afternoon. But please don’t cool off in my drink, for after your bronze head will sink, I’ll accidentally sip your scales or wiggling iridescent tail. Please do me this one small favor — … Continue reading “Ode to a Would-Be Swimmin’ Skink,” by Eric Robert Nolan