Les and I have attended Falls Creek since out high school days and Sarah and Molly have been coming since they were little girls when we began to sponsor youth groups.
And oh, how the screaming and jumping and shrieking and leaping onto bunks did commence! He was fast! And slippery. And fast! Bruce tried to catch him but it was like trying to hold onto water. I think all the screaming and leaping excited him! But at last, all of us were too tired to care about the wildlife, so we made our beds and went to sleep.
But the very next day....! Before the real campers (kids) arrived, Sarah and I were alone in the cabin. We were considering a nap. And then we saw him again! And now the catching problem is compounded by a myriad of suitcases, boxes of food, shelves for the food, laundry soap, makeup cases....Well, I'm sure you get the picture.
I'm a farm girl. I've held snakes. I've put my arm up a sheeps you know what to try to reach a lamb. I'm not afraid of no lizard. Unless it is in a room full of junk where he can hide!
So I conjured up Wile E. Coyote in my brain (WWWD--What would Wile Do?) and came up with this device:
I thought that perhaps we could use the flat portions to kind of herd/guide the lizard into a box and maybe keep him out of our suitcases and beds.
But once again, much leaping and screaming ensued, the order of the room was destroyed and the the skink was still free. I thought I was going to be sick laughing at Sarah screaming at that varmint!
Then, finally everyone else came back to the cabin and our hero, Bruce came to our rescue. He crawled around, over boxes and bags, sacks and cartons, beds and suitcases, clutching a "Jakes Rib" cup in his hand, until at last he trapped the little devil in the corner.
Just look at him!
Isn't he scary!
Be free, little skink, be free! Free in the great outdoors!
Later in the day, when we found the ten inch centipede, this little guy didn't look bad at all!
P. S. Just to clarify--It wasn't the skink's presence we objected to--it was never knowing where he was and the fear of stepping on him in the night. Or shaking him out of your clothes. Or feeling him crouched against the potty with your bare foot in the dark. Or discovering him in your shoe--after you put it on! Or anything else you can imagine you don't want to feel--in the dark!