The lizards have returned. For a brief 2 months, we were lizard-free. But now the armies are back in force. Looking out the window, I can see the ground wiggling because there are so many lizards. And, yes. That's as gross as it sounds.
I don't think I mentioned last year when we had our summer infestation, one night I was standing downstairs talking with Kevin...the light was dim in the room...the windows were open, letting in the breeze. For about 3 minutes, I was standing there, lecturing him on the grossness of the lizard situation. While he agreed it was a nuisance, he wasn't as freaked out as I was.
At the end of my little speech, I got a funny feeling in my left foot. It suddenly occurred to me I was standing on something. Cold.
As soon as I lifted my foot, I discovered a slightly squashed, very dead lizard.
That was, like, the ickiest thing that's ever happened to me.
And last night, there was a baby possum scurrying through the backyard. I tried to catch her because my dad is into possum rescue...but she ran in terrified flight away from my poking fingers and big brown box.
I fear for a very critter-centric year. Now, I like critters. Truly, I do. But not the scaly kind. Not the rabies-carrying kind. And not the kind owned by horrible families who don't take care of them.
But while we're going to have an infestation anyhow, I'm gonna go back to praying for that rabbit invasion I've long dreamed of.
xo
T.
np:Elvis Presley_I don't know what song, but the neighbors are parked outside my house, BLASTING unintelligible Elvis music out of their Clownmobile - which is what we call their Lincoln Towncar because they can shove so many people inside it at once_
