My vision proper may be poor, but my peripheral vision is excellent. So it was no surprise that I noticed the chameleon right away. It was just a feet away from me, and by the look of it poised for flight…. right towards me. I carefully inched towards the L&M who was busy filling up a form.
“There is a chameleon to our right!” I told him, poised for flight myself.
The L&M and I were at the hospital, standing beneath the shamiana which had been erected in the courtyard across its reception area. It was here that visitors and potential patients had to fill up forms and have their temperature taken as per Covid guidelines. The L&M was bent over the desk writing when I, who was standing around idly, noticed a movement to my right. It was very slight, so negligible that I almost dismissed it. But I know that my critter-warning system is not something to be taken lightly. It has rarely failed me. So I scoured the surrounding area carefully.
My eyes almost missed it the first time around. It was exactly the same color as the brick-paved courtyard. The only thing that gave it away was its raised head and blinking eyes. I suppressed my instinct to jump nimbly to the left, away from the critter. For one, I can no longer do the jumping-aside-nimbly routine. I’d probably fall and break a bone or two. Secondly it was a public place and I was loathe to advertise to the public that I was scared of a chameleon. One has to keep up one’s image as a dignified old lady at least some of the time.
The brick colored chameleon, a very forward kind of a critter I might add, had meanwhile decided to take a few steps in the wrong direction. Towards me. I don’t know what it is about them critters. They always make straight for the person who least wants to socialize with them. I stifled the scream rising in my throat, compressing it into a short, almost inaudible ‘eek’, and deftly – here I was taking a chance really – moved to the other side of the L&M, using him as a handy shield.
My actions finally got the man’s attention. ‘Huh, what, what?’ he asked. “There’s a chameleon over there!” I said never once taking my eyes off it. As usual the L&M’s first reaction was laughter.
“Why must it come towards me?” I asked peevishly.
“Go home!” the L&M said to the chameleon walking towards it. The chameleon though, stood its ground. Not only was it forward, but fearless too. But after a while of pondering things, it decided to take the L&M’s advice. Turning around it crawled back towards the tree behind.
“It was so insistent on coming towards the humans….” I frowned.
“May be it wanted to have its temperature taken like the rest of us.” was the L&M’s reply.
© Shail Mohan 2021

I don’t know about where you live, but we scarcely see chameleons here anymore. They used to be a lot more common but I think a combination of drought and the onslaught of neighbourhood cats have contributed to their demise.
I am in the southern tip of India, Anne, in the state of Kerala. We have plenty of chameleons around. Cats love them, don’t they? I had one cat which brought in half dead chameleons for its kittens to ‘play’ and then make a meal of it.
My general vision is middle aged. However, like you, I have an extra sensory perception for anything non-human. Yesterday, I spotted a baby skink in the veranda, from the adjacent room and raised hell. This is a person who can’t see an object placed two feet from her face.
I can so relate to the ‘extra sensory perception’ you talk of!
Ah Shail, your writing at its best here! I loved this story right to the end. I feel your pain, but I’m glad you shared. You have such a wonderful lovely style 🙂
Thanks much for the appreciation, Ken! 🙂