sweet skink

I had an amusing little incident this morning.

We've talked a bit lately about little creatures in my apartment.

This morning I'm sitting on the toilet when I find a skink in the sink! He was peering over the edge, looking at me.
Skinks are so sweet.
He was obviously trying to figure out if he should run for it, or if he should sit still and try to pretend to be a inanimate object (that just happens to look like a skink).
I couldn't decide whether it was best to leave him, or to try to get him outside.
A few minutes later he was running around the apartment.
I didn't want to accidentally tread on him at some stage, so I got him and escorted him downstairs to the garden.
I hope he finds happiness there.

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matthew