It’s that time of year when life seeks to amplify itself in anticipation of challenges that might seek to decimate it later in the year. Still, that amplification must proceed according to a specified program in which the participants can express their willingness to participate.
Here, the smaller male courts the larger female. The ensuing dance is intricate and probably has reptilian nuances that we mammalian observers cannot recognize let alone understand. I turn to Susan and make bawdy, erotic hand gestures.
Me: “I think he knows exactly what he wants.”
Susan: “Sure, but she doesn’t know if that is what she wants, but she does seem interested.”
As I see it, this is what distinguishes the spiny lizards from Republicans. The lizards seem to reach a reproductive consensus just as most of us and our chosen partners do. Republicans, on the other hand are okay with rape, incest and involuntary insemination of whatever type.
My best guess is that in a fair competition for reproductive partners, Republicans would find themselves relegated to the group of wankers at the far edge of the field. Texas spiney lizards rule!