. . . the comic of choice for Louisiana’s most discerning house lizards:
Even that lizard knows a femme fatale when he sees one. Which is more than we can say for the book’s protagonist.
. . . the comic of choice for Louisiana’s most discerning house lizards:
Even that lizard knows a femme fatale when he sees one. Which is more than we can say for the book’s protagonist.
I heart the lizards. A lot. I can spend a half hour easy at a window table at Perks watching a lizard scale the glass.
They’re great, aren’t they? I’ve become very accepting of them—they come in the house, the eat a few bugs, they vanish. Or occasionally they get stuck inside and die. But in general I take a pretty hands-off attitude toward lizards getting in the house.
Also, I think maybe just for the sake of productivity, you should sometimes choose a table at Perks that doesn’t face the window.
The cover of that comic looks suspiciously like the movie poster for the pulp classic GUN CRAZY.
VG
Wait, did you say house lizard? As in, they live there? Maybe on purpose?
Hm! Well, I reckon that’s on purpose—each issue of Criminal includes an essay on a noted pulp writer or filmmaker or character (though the collected editions don’t include these essays). This particular arc is especially meta, as it’s about a retired cop who draws a kind of pomo Dick Tracy comic strip getting caught up in pulpy stuff. (At least, I think that’s this arc—I’ve only read scattered issues of the series.)
I did say that, but naw, they don’t live here on purpose—they just slighter in the nooks and crannies, hang out for a while, enjoy the A/C and cable TV, and then head back out to do what lizards do.
Gorjus, why shouldn’t a lizard live in a house? I have never had a lizard in a house do anything unpleasant to me, but I have quite a few times had a human, from that species that is expected to live in houses, do unpleasant things to me.
Lizards and Palmetto Bugs would take some getting used to, but Jack’s point is well taken.