I took a day off from work and enjoyed being at home. Whilst (a word I love!) on my front porch swing (a line that invariably invokes Jimmy Buffett and Margaritaville, even though I was not strumming my six-string), I watched a lizard basking in what passed for sunlight today (very gloomy for mid-June).
After I made several stealthy attempts to snap a pic, the lizard (probably an Eastern fence lizard, from its appearance) skittered away from me around a porch post and I found it atop a pair of old pet nail clippers that have been quietly rusting on the porch rail for a couple of years. I got a close-up, finally, and I particularly like its scritchy little lizard-fingers.
Where are the wild things? Well, on this Feral Friday, the wildest thing I saw was on top of the clippers on my porch rail.