Everyone knows that geckos are anole wannabees, but here in Asia, there are, sadly, no anoles (except introduced brown anoles in Taiwan and Singapore). So, in their absence, an anolologist is forced to count geckos. Fortunately, in some places, they’re not hard to find. Just how many are there on the ceiling of this building near Khao Sok National Park in Thailand?
Author: Jonathan Losos Page 50 of 133
Professor of Biology and Director of the Living Earth Collaborative at Washington University in Saint Louis. I've spent my entire professional career studying anoles and have discovered that the more I learn about anoles, the more I realize I don't know.
The second most viewed Anole Annals post of all time is “The proper pronunciation of “anole”” which has been viewed 9,938 times (just 121 views behind the all-time leader. *You’ll have to guess what that one is about. Or click here.).
Well, now there’s a video answering the same question and, frankly, I’m not sure everyone will agree with the answer.
*This post was initially drafted several months ago. In the intervening time, the leading post has gone on a tear, and now is ahead by 1,610 views! Go figure.

Let’s hear it for global warming! Ryan Vince Photography’s Facebook page reported that this brown anole was found in Ontario. Probably still too cold there for the festive anoles to survive, but who know’s in a warming world? Here’s what the FB page had to say: “This little hitchhiker is a Brown Anole that has somehow made its way from Florida all the way down to Ontario, Canada (2000km). I found him in a mulch pile at a local aggregate facility. It seems that he had managed to make it through two sets of wood grinders and now resides in a Vivarium here with me.”
And this isn’t the first report of the festive one getting to Canada. Recently, we had a post reporting brown anoles not only in Canada, but Denmark. Next: the World!!!
Photo from Imablog
In the parched path
I have seen the good lizard
(one drop of crocodile)
meditating.
With his green frock-coat
of an abbot of the devil,
his correct bearing
and his stiff collar,
he has the sad air
of an old professor.
Those faded eyes
of a broken artist,
how they watch the afternoon
in dismay!
Is this, my friend,
your twilight constitutional?
Please use your cane,
you are very old, Mr. Lizard,
and the children of the village
may startle you.
What are you seeking in the path,
my near-sighted philosopher,
if the wavering phantasm
of the parched afternoon
has broken the horizon?
Are you seeking the blue alms
of the moribund heaven?
A penny of a star?
Or perhaps
you’ve been reading a volume
of Lamartine, and you relish
the plateresque trills
of the birds?
(You watch the setting sun,
and your eyes shine,
oh, dragon of the frogs,
with a human radiance.
Ideas, gondolas without oars,
cross the shadowy
waters of your
burnt-out eyes.)
Have you come looking
for that lovely lady lizard,
green as the wheatfields
of May,
as the long locks
of sleeping pools,
who scorned you, and then
left you in your field?
Oh, sweet idyll, broken
among the sweet sedges!
But, live! What the devil!
I like you.
The motto “I oppose
the serpent” triumphs
in that grand double chin
of a Christian archbishop.
Now the sun has dissolved
in the cup of the mountains,
and the flocks
cloud the roadway.
It is the hour to depart:
leave the dry path
and your meditations.
You will have time
to look at the stars
when the worms are eating you
at their leisure.
Go home to your house
by the village, of the crickets!
Good night, my friend
Mr. Lizard!
Now the field is empty,
the mountains dim,
the roadway deserted.
Only, now and again,
a cuckoo sings in the darkness
of the poplar trees.
Mike Vallee, a dive instructor on Little Cayman, spends his spare time watching that island’s delightfully long-schnozzed anole. What a great hobby! He says the “anoles are often found in and around the local agave plant. They are the perfect color match and their spiked leaves provide protection from birds and other predators.” He also commented on the photo above, in reference to a previous post on the long snout of this species, that we now know one thing they do with their pointy front end.
Here’s some more lovely pics he took.
Father Alejandro Sanchez has done it again! Previously, he posted some wonderful photos of Anolis cuvieri moving around, now he’s caught them in flagrante delicto. Here’s the backstory: “The pics were taken around 10:30 AM. The lizards were about 10 meters above ground. I cannot take credit for the initial sighting. The group of students of UPR-Humacao saw the male jump to the tree where the female was and almost immediately copulation started. In all it lasted about 15 minutes. The separation was very abrupt (possibly caused by the group of people under the tree, taking pictures). At that point the male jumped to another branch and ran down low enough for me to be able to shake it down and capture it. At that time, the male still had his hemipenis everted.”

Capuchin monkey eating a basilisk. Photo by Andrew G.
Capuchin monkeys may look cute, but in reality they’re cold-blooded killers. A recent paper in Herpetology Notes reports on a golden-bellied capuchin (different species than the one pictured above and below) that ate a Polychrus marmoratus, an Anolis ortonii, and an Enyalius catenatus.
Monkey predation on anoles has been documented previously. This paper cites a case of a capuchin eating an A. cupreus, and primatologist Betsy Mitchell recorded one eating an anole–perhaps A. frenatus–in her thesis (which I don’t have in front of me). We also reported on another capuchin species eating a Polychrus in a previous post. A quick google found an undocumented report of rhesus macaques eating A. carolinensis in Florida. Anyone know of any other reports?
And, finally, for your delectation, a video of a capuchin eating an iguana:
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An iguanito. Photo from the Coastal Star.
A nice article in the Coastal Star just reported on the spread of knight anoles through Florida. The article contains numerous nuggets, such as quotes from the Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission stating that they’re worried about bigger things (e.g., pythons, tegus), that they’re locally called “iguanitos,” and that iguanas are rebounding from freeze-caused mortality in the recent past and are mainly a problem for pooping by people’s pools.








