I can think of many other things I would like to come across at 5am than a 3" golden lizard on the wall above the terlet in my bathroom. Especially when I am sans culottes and groggy from just waking up.
THANK GOD B was still here. My fearless defender tried talking to the little guy (who presumably had set up a comfy little home for the past week or so, as evidenced by the 'black marks' I have been finding on the walls...), but he just wouldn't listen, so B resorted to the Raid Max.
B kept saying as I was finished getting ready, "Whoa, he's messed up now", "He's freakin' out now!" which makes me a little sad. He finally caught him and took him outside, but I doubt he's still living. Even I was feeling a little heady from the spray.
RIP 'little lizzard'. BUT STAY OUT OF MY HOUSE!
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4 comments:
I thought I saw him later this morning. In my heart he is still alive. Stoned as hell, but alive.
Poor lizard.
but I equally would have freaked out..
at 5 am... damn
I don't even think they sell Raid max for our tiny little bugs...
i think the lizards call those skid marks
Filthy beasts....
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