This skink’s cousin just murdered a moth in my garden.
I’d never thought of them as especially effective predators, although I’ve certainly seem them fighting each other and even several large ones ganging up on a smaller one and then eating it.
But about half an hour ago I was idly sitting in my garden with a cuppa and I saw a moth flit onto a low plant. Something darted at it, and it immediately lifted up and attempted to escape. But its wing had been shredded on one side, and it could not sustain flight. The skink tracked its staggered flutterhops across my patch of pavers, and eventually when the exhausted moth landed on another low tussock of ornamental grass, the skink struck again, and this time there was no escape.
Gruesome, but fascinating.
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