To handle a baby lizard, you gently pinch its shoulders. This pushes its front arms against its body. If you grip farther back, the lizard wiggles more, and may struggle free. This is what I’m learning a little after 7AM on a Thursday morning in Thousand Oaks, California, just north of Los Angeles. We have already parked in a suburb and climbed onto land protected by the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area. I can still see the cul-de-sac from the pitfall traps, where we are gathering lizards. It is early August: baby lizard season. These babies are, quite literally, a glimpse of what the future of the ecosystem looks like — which is why we’re taking their DNA.
A pitfall trap, by the way, looks like a very large T, or sometimes like a Y that got a little lazy. The letter is formed by fencing that’s half a meter (slightly more than a foot and a half) tall, which drives lizards to go around the obstacle. Along the fence — and at the ends — are white five-gallon buckets, which are embedded in the ground, with lids propped open by wood slabs. Katy Delaney, a wildlife ecologist at the National Park Service, and her intern, Rachael Pahl, are going from trap to trap. "Instead of going over the fence, they go right or left," Delaney tells me. "And then they fall in a bucket." Pitfall traps don’t just catch lizards, though, they’re more like Christmas presents that, once unwrapped, could give you a whole variety of creepy-crawlies. During my time with the researchers, we get a night snake, two live shrews (and one dead one), two live mice (and one dead one, which was being eaten by another mouse in the trap with it), two scorpions, plus a few crickets, a lot of ants, and a wolf spider. (According to Delaney, other highlights include baby rabbits and mockingbirds. The traps also contain sponges, in case of amphibians, but salamanders in particular have an irritating habit of scaling the fence, and will sometimes simply watch the ecologists check the traps.)
I’m here for lizards, though. Though I tend to prefer much larger animals, I find these little critters oddly charming; their expressions register to me as deeply skeptical. Fair enough, I guess; I suppose it’s not often they’re picked up by large predators that, instead of eating them, simply want to characterize them. After the lizards are removed from the trap, they’re put in a plastic Ziploc bag and weighed. The smallest baby lizards register at 2.5 grams, which is just the weight of the bag they’re in. So the researchers round their weight up to half a gram, which means the smallest baby lizards weigh less than a sixth of a teaspoon of salt. Next, the researchers pluck the lizards from the bag and try to stretch them against a ruler to measure them; this usually involves flipping them upside down. While lizards are very well camouflaged — it’s hard to see them against the desert background — their bellies are often surprisingly beautiful. (The Western fence lizard, for instance, has bright blue patches along its tummy; one side-blotch lizard the team caught had bright-orange mites in its armpits.) DNA samples are taken and labeled. Then the lizards are released.
The pitfall traps and DNA samples are part of a long-running study, one that’s been going since 2000; it’s one tiny part of the National Parks Service’s Inventory and Monitoring Program, which is meant to collect and analyze data on the animals in the parks. These data help guide decisions about conservation, and apparently the whole thing seems to involve a lot of paperwork and protocol, in addition to lizards. This site, and the next nine I’ll visit that day, are places where biologists have been tracking animals. There’s a high-level purpose: this kind of long-term monitoring lets scientists know how animals coping with the changes humans have wreaked on the landscape — and the longer a dataset you have, the better you can track those changes. In practice, a lot of the work is both difficult and mundane. There are the details of what you caught: how many fence lizards, side-blotch lizards, skinks. How many, what kind, where. It’s a labor-intensive project, which requires off-trail hiking in the desert. That’s why we’re out so early; we want to beat the heat, and make sure any lizards caught in the traps do, too. Beating the heat is kind of a futile quest; I’m sweating profusely by 9AM.

















