I've kept snakes & lizards for many years and believe I can answer your question...
A lot depends on what type of lizard you're referring to, but there are some constants to look for. Usually the males are larger, more colorful, and have a more robust build than females. The male's tail is proportionately longer than the female's, and has a thicker base as the sex organs are located within the base of the tail. Also, most male lizards have what are called "femoral pores" located along the inside of the thigh from knee to groin, these are absent in females. They appear to be a row of plugged holes.
In spite of what one person said, there is usually no reason to have a lizard probed in order to determine the sex, as it is easy to tell the sex if one knows a bit about lizards. A good herpetologist can tell the difference with a glance, or at most with a bit of an external examination. Snakes are a different story, often there is very little difference between the sexes and probing is the only way to be reasonably sure of the sex, especially with babies & juveniles.
hth, Ouroboris
2006-07-27 13:48:28
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answer #1
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answered by My Evil Twin 7
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LIZARD BIRTHING STORY
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome
including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish,
the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was
"something wrong"
with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.
"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can
you help?"
I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his
bedroom.
One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed.
I immediately knew what to do.
"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged.
"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to
reproduce," I accused my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she
inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her,
(in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she
informed me. (again with the sarcasm, you think?)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on.
I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.
"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced.
"We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.
"Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of
tiny little lizard babies?" KRmy wife wanted to know.
(I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny
foot would appear briefly,
vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.
"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next
appeared, giving it a gingerly tug.
It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911," my eldest daughter wanted to know.
"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here
with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.
We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.
"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him.
(Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is
one thing,
but his boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little
animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to
you privately for a moment?"
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the Vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor.
In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie
is a young male.
And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they
um....um....masturbate.
Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife.
"Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron."
We were silent, absorbing this.
"So Ernie's just...just... excited," my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my viscous, cruel wife started to giggle.
And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I
married
would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. "It's just...that... I'm picturing
you pulling on its...its...teeny little..."
she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned.
We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the* lizards and our son back
into the car.
He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
2 - Lizards - $140...
1 - Cage - $50...
Trip to the Vet - $30...
2006-07-27 20:01:39
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answer #6
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answered by kaylora 4
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