It was quite a little race and battle of wills that started off my morning. Five sharp eyed terriers, one sharp eyed aussie/border cross, a fairly slow cat and one surprised human all spied this little fellow moving slowly in the cool morning across the back room floor boards at once.
Who would win was the question. If the terriers got him it was all over. Jack was at the head of the pack and with that JRT background there is no hesitation to this boy. Gone in one bite. If Smoochie had gotten him, he'd be licked to death,Charlotte would have stood over him nosing and poking him to death and Bea, she would have made a bold stand 10 feet away and tried to bark him off the face of the earth. Angel was ready to herd him to death and Rodger the cat, well, we have 3 cats around the property and a lot of tail-less lizards. Those are the lucky ones. The word "No" is used very little with the dogs, preferring commands as to what I want them to do, so NO yelled has a lot of force. It was enough to stop even the highest prey drive in his tracks. I was able to make it known that this was MINE and no one else dare touch it. I calmly got a glass and coaxed my little friend into it. All the dogs politely watched from the doorway. Rodger was miffed and flicked his tail in disgust and left the scene all together.
I'll wait until day light and taxi this guy out to a safer haven. I know just the spot.
It looks like he is known as an Oregon Alligator Lizard.