Gardnersville, Liberia - January 2010
"You catch de lizahds. You go get dem. Dey waiting fo you."
The women in the surrounding houses on the edge of the mangrove swamp have taken to sarcastically cheering me on each morning when I step outside. I’ve been trying to catch Agamas as they sun themselves on the cinder-block and corrugated panel siding of the homes…to no avail. The women sit on their porches and stir their pots of rice over makeshift charcoal stoves, cackling away as I grab at air and bits of crumbling cement block where a lizard sat a mere split-second before.
The first morning they told me to give up, that the lizards tasted horrible and weren’t worth catching. “I don’t want to eat them,” I said. That I would expend so much energy trying to catch protein that I had no intention of consuming didn’t make sense to them. Regardless, it hasn’t inhibited their rooting for me at the sun-rise of each day as I chase after the scurrying orange-and-black reptiles.
"Some day you catch dem! Some day!"