The real adventure of the baby skink in the bathtub…
This little sweetie was in our bathtub one night and we didn’t want to drown the poor thing. So Mayhem (he’s the background) and I spent about twenty minutes rounding up this poor baby skink.
I sent him outside to return the skink to the wild. During this time, said skink decided it didn’t want to leave.
Must’ve spotted us for born suckers.
I managed to coax the critter off of Mayhem and onto me, and it was *another* twenty minutes convincing it to leave my hand for the cold, cruel wild.
I thought about adopting it, but I have no idea how to set up a terrarium for a wild skink.