Lizards in heaven

It's almost a law here that you have to take tourists to Blue Heaven, and we wanted to let B.J. know that her time here with my mom was not just a job.

So of course we ended up with lunch among the roosters, one of which was jumping up to eat from my hand at the end of our meal. (I think B.J. really liked the morning-caught lobster, which is somewhat more difficult to get in Tennessee).

But over by the ping-pong table was this old sign, with letters a foot wide and a lizard less than half so.

Co-existence on a coral rock.