Well, it's been an interesting morning cleaning our den. Hardly ever in there, but apparently it has become sacred ground ....with their last breath, the two rather crenated, very deceased little anoles I found, decided this was to be their final resting place ... and a sock from one of the grandchildren also made the same decision. (Bet you didn't know if one sock goes lost, the mate withers away....). All sorts of interesting things under sofas and on windowsills.
If they somehow manage to get into the house, they don't usually get to leave. Once the critters die, they sort of just shrivel up....no 'aroma' so don't worry about that any of you who are new to living with these wee beasties. Still looking for the big one that I came face to face with last week in my dining room....he took off at lightning speed and has yet to be found....
