Anybody who's read more than a handful of these entries will know about my battle against the lizards. Well, not "against" in the sense that there is any unjust termination happening in our house...but there is an unwelcome, restless cold-blooded constituency that frequently inhabits this home. And while I'm not afraid of lizards, it's quite disconcerting to have one appear on the wall beside my resting head. Or worse, to find a dead one underneath my unsuspecting bare foot. Usually these lizards are the garden-variety sort. Stout. Dark. Much like little crocs.
But today I went downstairs to WatchaLittleOprah when a lizard popped up in the doorframe between the foyer and the basement stairs. Now this lizard was a LIZARD. Easily boasting 8 inches in length, it was skinny, light brown, and very serpentine. Oh. YUUUCK.
I froze on the spot, trying to decide how to get her out of the house and through the front door. Ultimately, I failed. She scurried down into the basement (where the TV lives) while I stood there, pathetic and squeamish.
But because I can't handle the ball of lizards I'm convinced are now slithering amongst the cables of our television, my plans to vegetate in front of cathode rays have been aborted. Instead, I've spent the last few hours nursing an aching back in this dastardly office chair, getting massive amounts of work accomplished.
So now I'm thinking that my little scaly friend was less of a totem of repulsion and more a messenger to remind me to be productive. Almost as though she was in the doorway saying, "Erm...Are you sure you don't have better things to do Missy? I'm betting that Oprah and Jennifer Aniston can wait 'til reruns. Am I right? Now, off with you."
