I would likely die of heart failure if today I found chameleons in my bed, but there was a time when I couldn’t get enough of them. Granted they are lizardy, but when I was a child I was desperate to get to the bottom of their sorcery.
From time to time I would visit the “Pets and Fish” section of the local 5 & 10 and there would watch these Merlins work their magic. How was it that they could switch from brown to green on a whim or that they could be so wily underneath all that stillness?
It is true that I was curious about the physiology at play, but it is probably more true that I wanted to learn something about the nature of artifice. One thing I know for sure, though: Chameleons taught me that people are never as they seem.
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What a lovely post…thanks for this. It made me smile thinking back to my own early childhood, when I believed grown ups could be anything they wished to be…and I hoped one day, when I was bigger, I could be a “cool” Native American riding a horse and having wonderful black hair! Things never work out the way we plan them…
What a sweet hope! Leslie