“You’ve gotta see this!” my fiancé Mark called to me one morning. He was outside, which could mean only one thing: a wildlife encounter was underway. Living in a semi-rural neighborhood in Florida, you never knew what you would see, from a mated pair of Sandhill Cranes walking down the street with their young, to Gopher Tortoises excavating burrows in the front yard.
I walked downstairs to the concrete area under our elevated house where Mark was staring at something on the ground. I looked down to see a frog (Cuban Treefrog) with the tail of an A. carolinensis protruding from its gullet.
“I knew that lizard,” Mark said forlornly.
“What do you mean, you recognize the lizard just by its tail?”
“Yeah, he was the biggest male around here. I think he was the one who watched me nail the lumber together for the floor. I swear he would follow me around.”
We watched as the frog remained in a state of suspended animation for several minutes, not making much progress with its digestive activities. Finally it started to open its mouth as though having difficulty with its prey item.
“Maybe we should try to make the frog regurgitate the lizard,” I said. Neither the frog nor the lizard (I could safely surmise) seemed to be having a fun time of things. Plus, as a steward of the land, I felt a responsibility to intercede in such matters.
“No, we need to let nature take its course. Besides, it might prolong the lizard’s agony if he were regurgitated in a mangled state,” Mark replied.
“Hmm, well, maybe you’re right.”
A couple minutes later the frog regurgitated the lizard on its own. The lizard turned out to be large male after all, and its heaving sides attested to its continued survival. I ran to get my camera, and when I returned, the frog had swallowed the lizard again, tail first. This time, the lizard was fighting back by biting the frog’s forelimb. As the frog tried to swallow the lizard, it simultaneously began to swallow its own forelimb. Still, the lizard’s snout was gradually descending down the frog’s gullet. At this point I realized I was late for work and left soon afterwards. Mark stopped watching too. We wrote the lizard off as a goner.
The next morning, a Saturday, I was reading outside on a lounge chair when I saw a lizard in the same area as the event from the previous morning. It was a male A. carolinensis courting a female. I had almost returned to reading my book when I realized the lizard was missing its tail. Could it possibly be the same individual? Upon closer inspection, the lizard looked like it had been through hell. Its skin was blackened in several areas, and it had bits of what could have been digestive enzymes or half-digested prey on its dorsum. It had to be the same lizard after all! Yet despite the lizard’s ordeal, it was still courting energetically…what a trooper!
Over the next several weeks, the lizard, who we named “Gordon,” made a complete recovery. His tail regenerated, and he became the fury of the ‘hood, fighting both conspecific males and A. sagrei browns to almost certain defeat. Perhaps unwisely, we also starting feeding him insects to the point that he would jump on our legs when he was hungry. None of the other lizards in our yard tolerated humans to this extent.
He eventually mated with a female, and I observed them both settling down on our landscaping plant, a Staghorn fern, one evening, with what may be have been their offspring on a lower leaf.
Gordon lived for several years until he went missing last year. Perhaps a crow that had started spending time close to the house brought about his demise, or possibly a kid from the neighborhood walking up the stairs around this time may have stepped on him, since Gordon would rarely run very far out of the way. Regardless, it was an unhappy event.
It might sound corny to say that a lizard can be inspirational, but Gordon was a testimony to the importance of tenacity—and bite force!
Outstanding! Thanks, it was a very pleasant read.
Awesome story. If there were a hall of fame for anoles, Gordon would definitely be in it.
Although my story lacks the charming details and the personal touch, I witnessed a similar Cuban tree frog on anole predation event in Central Cuba a number of years ago. I came across a large Cuban tree frog with an Anolis porcatus in its mouth, but the frog escaped into the hollow center of a small tree when I tried to grab it. The Cuban gentleman who owned the tree eagerly began chopping it down so we could catch the frog, in spite of my concerns for the innocent tree. After several jarring hatchet blows, a very slimy lizard emerged from the trunk and the frog bounded out shortly thereafter.
Rich, thanks for your story. Those Cuban tree frogs will eat almost anything. This image is my favorite: http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/enlarge/cuban-tree-frog.html
Sounds like a natural history note for Herpetological Review!
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Although I agree with “let nature take its course” philosophy… when an exotic invasive is dining on a native, I intervene!
Great story. 🙂
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Valerie, I edit a semi-technical journal called Reptiles & Amphibians (see http://www.ircf.org). I think many of our readers would enjoy the Gordon saga. If you are willing for us to reprint it, please contact me. You can find my contact information at http://www.Avila.edu.
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