I snapped Mr. C one night when it was so dark that I had to guess where he was. He’d been sitting in precisely the same place without moving for two days. I assumed he was dead. I forgot about the photo. Today, when I was clearing out some old photos, I found him and lightened the photo out of curiosity. That’s when I discovered his open eye. I began to wonder. He had disappeared after two days, after all. Wouldn’t he have been brown if he were dead? I tried to delete him. This is silly, I told myself. Who cares? I couldn’t hit delete. I was becoming increasing annoyed. I went on to some nice palm tree photographs.
Finally, since I couldn’t shake him out of my head, I went back to him. I told him that he was a bad photograph and had to go. It is not personal, I said. I mean no disrespect for the ugly dead. I swear I heard him say, Yeah? Well, I’m the only Chameleon you’ll ever persuade to be still enough to photograph! Jerk! I said.
In a desperate effort to put the question to rest, I Googled What color is a dead chameleon? Would you believe the Naked Scientist scribbled in that precisely-worded question last Christmas? I couldn’t believe it either. I tried to ignore the fact that this whole thing was getting a bit creepy. Mr. C just sat there looking at me through that slit of an eye, grinning his antediluvian grin.
Such are the preoccupations of old women who don’t have to be anywhere.
NOTE: Steve over at Portraits of Wildflowers was kind enough to debunk my whole story! This little guy is an green anole lizard. Check out anoles here. And Chameleons here. Thank you for the links, Steve. (He’s still my little Chameleon!)