Somehow, I missed this old metal feed can stuck in the back corner of the shed.
But wait! This one is alive!
Well, all right!
You can see it's a fairly large lizard for a native. I have to add, "...for a native", because we have so many big exotic lizards loose in south Florida.
Skinks have a very snakey face to me and they move in a sinuous slithery run too. They feed on a variety of insects and other small inverts. I've watched one lapping up ants one after another in the sand by the barn. The skink just perched himself next to an ant trail and lunch was delivered, one after another.
The ants, little mindless robots that they are, could not avoid him. They were slaves to a pheromone trail and could only do as the chemical scent told them.
"... to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
They are wiggily fast, and a little harder to hold on to than a green anole, so I was expecting something like this to happen.
It's a pinch, not a puncture, so it doesn't really hurt.
And yes, I turned that old feed can upside down after the release.