The gods must be mad

Permaculture is happening in the backyard. For those of you that practice ignorance, this is a form of agriculture which has every known type of flaura and fauna packed into a postage stamp-sized backyard. That is, a petit-jungle.

One creates a complete ecosphere in miniature and in this balanced virgoan beast apparently no single bug gets out of control. And hence your edible plants are mostly left alone without the application of nasty life-shortening chemicals.

[Cue] copious numbers of lizards rustling around in the subtropical rainforest. [CC] ‘rustle, rustle’.

Well the question arose, as it does, what do the lizards eat? Are these skinks of ours, in the context of vegetables, bugs and mental health, a wanted member of the Lacertilla sub-order?

So I set up an experiment with a caterpillar and a lizard or six thousand. Buddha frowned, and I had to practice Zen because the lizards were full already (alright!). Jesus was good so long as sodomy wasn’t being practised on the lizards or the caterpillars.

In the corner the mad monk thought he was running the country, and his mentors were frowning at the experiment that the weird business type was performing in the garden of Eden. The gods take sides apparently, especially in Club Oz, and especially in the corridors of plover.