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I had
walked into my bathroom with the intention of taking a shower when I happened
to look through the small window above the sink.
What
greeted my eyes was surprising.
As a
matter of fact, it was utterly deplorable. Shocking. Maddening. Utterly beyond
the pale.
I
found myself watching a vicious predator in the act of catching and consuming
his prey. And without the slightest sign of remorse.
The
predator had suddenly grabbed the smaller creature out of the air as it flew
by, and now the latter was struggling to free itself from the powerful jaws of
its captor.
Bit
by bit the predator consumed the unfortunate creature alive; severing its body
parts and gulping them down. In the course of my seventy plus years I have
never been privy to such brutality.
And
while I may have inferred it, I think I failed to tell you that when I looked
through the window, I was literally looking through the opaque glass
of the closed window; (rather than out of the open window).
And
the predator? A common porch lizard.
And
the prey? A small moth.
However, given their size what I beheld recently was every bit
as gruesome as anything I had ever seen on one of those nature programs in
which a crocodile attacks a hapless zebra, and rips him apart limb by limb.
I think I will never think of a porch lizard the same way
again.
by William McDonald, PhD
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