I'm Not a Lizard Killer!

We have tons of lizards running around out backyard. They love our backyard. There's a big hill that grows bugs for them. We have rocks they can sun themselves on. It's like Lizard Nirvana.

Or it used to be.

Then we built a pool. We spent two years making the decision to put in a pool. We consulted with about six pool companies. We talked to people who had pools. We talked to Pool Specialists. We basically bugged the bejeebers about of everyone we know trying to make this decision.

But we didn't ask the lizards. Not once. It never crossed my mind. I thought the birds might be a little peeved since we removed the grass that was their favorite worm-hunting ground. But the birds actually seem fine with it. They still sing at five-freaking-am., so I assume they have adjusted.

Not the lizards. They, evidently, are traumatized enough to commit suicide.

In my pool.

Ugh!

The first time I found a lizard floating in the pool, I was a little freaked, but I got him out and saved his life. I actually thought he was dead, but it turns out he was just floating. Very much alive and seriously annoyed when I used the skimmer to get him out.

Ungrateful, if you ask me.

But then (cue creepy music) we started finding lizards at the bottom of our pool. GROSS. And it's no easy feat to use the skimmer and get them out

So what's the deal here? Are lizards committing hari-kari in my pool? Are they so dumb then haven't noticed there's a huge body of water where the grass used to be and run right into it? Are they playing some kind of Lizard X Games on the raised bond beam along the back of the pool and the loser goes in the pool (this is my son's theory)? Is there a serial lizard killer on the loose?

Any other theories?