So, this isn’t a gecko on steroids. It is actually an anole, and assuming my theory about Florida having an underground experimental lab that creates mutant larger than life creepy animals to be released in my zip code isn’t true, this is also not an anole on steroids. But believe me, when I was finishing up my jog the other morning in front of my house and I spotted this guy, I had a moment where the fantasy wheels went spinning wildly out of control.
I stopped, gawked at the genetically altered gecko that had clearly escaped the secret lab I mentioned a moment ago, which most certainly is in my neighborhood, and I burst through the front door of my house to frantically inform my husband about the underground mutant lab escapee. The eyebrow he raised at my delivery of information wasn’t because of the lab I mentioned. He’s quite familiar with my conspiracy theories. He didn’t seem to have words, and therefore remained mute, so I grabbed my camera, and shouted over my shoulder. “Don’t you want to see it? It’s right outside! Come on!”
Back outside I snapped photos of the escapee, delighted to finally have some evidence to strengthen my case. Suddenly, it occurred to me that my husband hadn’t raced out of the house after me to see my discovery. But wait! What if he tried, but he fell or something on the way out, and was in desperate need of my help? I abandoned my collecting of evidence and raced to save my husband.
Once back inside I discovered Charles…unharmed and in no way under any duress, sipping his coffee and watching the morning news. He didn’t even want to see my proof!
Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm for my discovery, I rummaged through wildlife books and internet articles and finally identified my new friend outside. It was a Cuban Anole, also known as the Western Knight Anole. While this type of anole isn’t a genetic mutation or an escapee from that lab I’m certain exists, it is the largest anole in the anole family, which pleased me immensely to learn. Like I mentioned earlier, I knew that wasn’t your ordinary anole or lizard. Still, pride forced me to inform my husband that the anole was in fact just a very large lizard, and not proof of the secret lab, and I decided to let him know the truth. This piece of information didn’t seem to surprise him, though I’m not certain why. 😉
This is a link to some interesting information about the Western Knight Anole, including it’s nickname, “The Garden Godzilla”, if you’d like to learn more: