Years ago, Connie planted a flower at the base of a large pine tree in front of the house, and since it was new, and it had been dry for a while, she took a cup of water out to water that plant. She told me that while she was pouring water on the plant, a fence lizard ran down the tree, and stuck his head into it to get a drink of water. She was flabbergasted! She ran to get me to tell me about it, and when she repeated the watering, darn if the lizard didn't do it again.
Than back when I was breeding gray banded kings, I had some stubborn babies that just wouldn't take pinky mice, so I knew I needed a lizard to scent them with. Anoles just wouldn't work for me, and I knew I had a big fence lizard out back of the house. Yeah, I know.... Anyway, I walked back there, and there he was on the corner. I approached him reluctantly and kept telling him he REALLY needed to run. But I kept on getting closer and closer, and he was just looking at me like he was thinking "I've seen you around before, and you've never hurt me, so I'm comfortable right now, please and thank you." I was able to actually reach down and rub him on his chin and he NEVER moved. I just couldn't do it. So I left, jumped in the Bronco I had at the time, and went out to find a fence lizard that wasn't OUR fence lizard. I'll be honest, the lizard thing was the main reason I finally decided to get out of breeding gray banded kings. I really like fence lizards. And push come to shove, I liked them better than the gray bands. And I TRULY regret the number of them I had to kill for a few years to get those baby gray bands to eat for me.