Here’s a picture of me with a lizard on my face. How it got there a pretty straight-forward story. Why I let it remain is harder to explain. It began with a civilized glass of wine at my favorite bar on Kona. As I watched the sun go down, I discerned a tickling on my left arm. Thats when I first noticed the little fella. He reminded of the gecko from Geico, without the insouciance or the funny accent. I immediately named him Simon. Simon seemed curious about the world around him, and in no way intimidated by the wine-swilling giant starring down at him from several stories above. Slowly, he began a journey up my arm that would take the better part of five minutes, pausing every few inches to take stock of his new surroundings, assess the threat potential, and proceed onward toward the high ground. Eventually, as the pictures illustrate, the reptile made it to my shoulder, where we engaged in brief stare-down. He then advanced with confidence up my neck, across my cheek, over the bridge of my nose, and up to the spacious plateau that is my forehead. There he remained till the sun vanished from sight, and my wine disappeared from its glass. In this way, I managed to drink in relative solitude for most of the evening...
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 21:22:57 +0000
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