"Please Bug Me" Said the Lizard

Little lizards love laying low. High is also fine with them.

Quotes a little Gecko of long experience, "They say that we little lizards are just not so very smart, but we do know how to blend in and hide out."

This little lizard lived in the luxury of an old rose garden that is owned and neglected by its neglectful owners. (Imagine the coincidence of that.) He, she, or it (who knows?) took residence on a tall metal pole that was curved at the top and hooked at that end for the purpose of displaying one of those hanging flower basket things.

The little lizard thought "If this tall metal pole with the curved top and the hook on the end can hold up a hanging flower basket over this old, neglected rose garden, it can surely hold me up, too."

And so it did.

In the event that you visit the neglectful owners and wander out to that old, neglected rose garden on a bright and sunny day, you might want to take a look at that tall metal pole with the curved top and a hook on its end, Sprawled on the curved top you will see the little lizard blending in, hiding out.

He has been sprawled out there for one solid fortnight, blending right in, hiding out that way, just waiting for a bug to not see him sprawling out and blending in atop that tall metal pole with the curved top and the hook on its end. Unfortunately for the little lizard, there is no flower basket hanging from the hook.

Bugs are not attracted to tall metal poles without flower baskets in neglected old rose gardens.

The little lizard became hungrier and hungrier up there, blending in, all sprawled out on top of that tall metal pole stuck into the dirt of the neglected old rose garden by its neglectful owners.

The little lizard yelled and hollered as loudly as he, she, or it could. "Bug me. Please, won't you bug me? I can't keep up with this blending stuff much longer unless you neglectful garden owners bug me."

And so, there you have the story.

Now, here are the pictures. See things as they are. Lizard pictures are each worth 1,000 words.

(Or is that 1,000 bugs?)