Living in Florida means living with lizards. For some people they are a pest and for some people they are a fright. For me, they are like friends.
When I ride into the driveway on my bike there is usually a few of them that run alongside of me into the carport like they enjoy racing me. Inside the house there are always a few here and there. I don't bother them because living in Florida also means living with insects and the lizards keep that indoor population to a minimum. I can't recall the last time I saw a bug in my house.
Last night while I was on the computer one little green fellow crawled up onto my shoulder as if he wanted a closer look at what I was doing. He sat there a while observing, and then eventually went about his lizard business after I gave him a piece of a Frito.
Today while I was eating mac n cheese for lunch four of them came up on the sofa and just stared at me. I eventually gave each one a piece of macaroni and they happily scampered off to eat their lunch.
There are times when they seem to be quite intelligent and times when they seem pretty stupid. Like the time one of the little browns fell off the lamp shade and right into a hot cup of coffee. Ouch. I have caught them trying to snitch my food and even caught one stealing a drink out of a glass of beer.
Most of the time you would never know they are here, but once in a while they make their presence known and those times can be quite funny. If nothing else they can be a great source of entertainment.