I live in an apartment that overlooks a golf course and my management has been very kind the last few years and suggested that I just rip up the horrid shrubs that are so common in apartment complexes and just plant the English garden that I’ve desired for so long.Well, the garden isn’t that English nor is it planned. It’s a compilation of perennials, annuals and my poor “will they live past this year?” rose area.Well, I like to sit outside on my patio and watch the grass grow. It’s a pretty site especially during the full moon when I like to howl.And I like to watch the little animals mate. Just for something to do.A few years ago a dear friend of mine left Dallas and gave me a one of her wind chimes. It’s made of pewter, good quality and my GOD, little chameleon lizards like to use it as not only a place to park, hang upside down, but also as a location to do what all animals do. Wish they made those little chimes just large enough to fit 2 adults. Oh, they do. It’s called a swing!A couple of months ago I had my first sex sighting. Now, I’m not sure if you call them chameleons, anoles or whatever but suffice to say they’re little, and most of the time green, lizards. Sweet, healthy and feeding off my herb garden lizards. One was lying on the top of the other and seemed quite content. Well, hell! Of course that position would feel comfortable! But then I reminded myself that giving anthropomorphic characteristics to a damn lizard was really not appropriate. But they do, obviously, like to lounge. So I watched . They didn’t move but eyed me in a lazy manner. Guess I would have done the same thing in that circumstance.This morning I went outside to enjoy the sun coming up and looked at the chime once again. I thought that a little stick was there and before I could brush it off, I noticed a smallish green lizard. That green sweetheart was looking to get his groove on.I’m a pro-sex advocate. By the end of my cup of tea the little lizard was parallel to the ground with his or her butt in the air. (How many times have I found myself in that position?)I’m guessing that it’s a mating call of such but I’m too lazy to search for appropriate positions of lizard sex.The lizards in my backyard probably enjoy the giant rosemary bush. I’m sure it’s a pretty view with the Shasta and Gerber daises, the Texas Sage and lantana. And after all, us two legged creatures reading this are the only species that mate for fun. (Well, except for some of the reptiles that resides in Congress)I almost felt sorry for the guy.