I have a family of frilled lizards living in my garden. (Not this one. I posted the picture only to remind others what a lizard looks like) Thy have been there for near 10 years. Each day the members rise from the shrubbery, bask in the morning sun on the lawn, feed on worms, bugs and flowers and wander the garden until the sun sets. I often find eggs in the garden bed, covered with leaves or buried in a shallow nest.
They cannot escape. Cane toads also frequent the neighbourhood. They have been declared a noxious pest and it is my neighbourly duty to rid them from my garden with a ‘Cane toad Barrier’, which also acts as a lizard barrier.
So, the lizards are trapped in and the roads are ‘trapped’ out.
It doesn’t cross my mind as to the well being of either lizard or toad. Just my well being. I like looking at the lizards in my garden. I don’t like toads in my pool. That is central to my thinking and core to my actions.
How strange I should think that way. How inconsiderate. How contrary to the survival of all organisms.
I am at one with my garden as a protector of one species and an eradicator of another.