Last month while Thom was in Michigan I was charged with the responsibility of planting some vegetable plants in our container garden. I was happily digging away in the dirt when I found some perfectly oval, perfectly white eggs. I had no idea what they were, so I took to Facebook to get some answers {which resulted in a lengthy discussion with many varied opinions}. At some point during the conversation I went back out and continued digging. I soon found mama. A little research and I was thinking I’d found a Southern Coal skink and her eggs.
Still unsure what they would become, I placed three or four eggs and some dirt in a Ball jar. I topped the jar with some burlap and the jar ring. I put it on the window sill and forgot about it. And, then, a few days ago I noticed the dirt had changed. It had compacted. Upon further inspection I saw movement! An egg-hatched! I was super excited.
I named him Larry. He was no bigger than then the tip of my thumb and super skinny. We let him go. He’s alone out there. Tiny. Hatched in captivity. Probably scared. But, sometimes, a mama just needs to have faith in nature and let her young fly free. Or, slither. Crawl?
Aww… We had one of these (full grown) a while back on our laundry room. Every time I would see it I would scream, thinking it was a snake. Hubby finally caught it and put it (way way way) out in the backyard.
Oh yea. That would totally creep me out-to find it IN the house.