Lizard - GO AWAY!
I was cleaning the kitchen the other day when a child yelled, “Mommy!” It was a different yell than that of a annoyed child (annoyed with a sibling) or the yell due to an injury. I guess this different tone is what caught my attention.
The child told me that a lizard was in the house. This wasn’t too big of a shock since we have had a few before in the past years. This was the first of this year, though. (I think it was chased inside because B put granular bug killer out on the grass this past weekend - thanks B! I eagerly anticipate less spiders, etc.)
I located the lizard (or salamander, or whatever long thing (maybe 4 inches, if that) it is - not a snake, as it has arms and feet) and it thwarted my numerous attempts to capture it. Last I saw of it, it was scurrying behind the upright piano. As I was not about to move the extremely heavy piano (only for it to scurry underneath something else…) I figured that it would show itself in due time.
It did.
B and I were on the couch watching TV after putting the kids to bed on Monday evening. Tara, the cat, kept meowing and moving about. She was quite annoying. I got up to pick up a few toys to neaten up the living room and let out a (too loud) “EWWWW!” Tara obviously attempted to catch the lizard, only for the lizard to relinquish his tail. On the floor. Ugh! I ran quickly to the couch, with my stomach in a knot.
C and J (ever curious) ran out of their bedrooms to see what the commotion was all about. B whispered to me, “Get a grip!” so the kids wouldn’t get excited and challenge our command for them to go back to bed.
Too late. J notices the lizard tail on the floor and picks it up (such a boy!). Of course, C comes over to look at it and J reluctantly takes it and places the tail in the garbage can. The kids calm down and return to their beds in their rooms.
Okay - now we still have a lizard. However, the lizard now has no tail. Oh, Mr. Lizard, where are you (so I can send you to play outside)?
I found the lizard in my bedroom yesterday, in a pile of clothes. Clean clothes that I had recently removed from the dryer and placed on my bedroom floor to fold. Ugh! I was unable - again - to capture the lizard. This time he ran under the entertainment center in my bedroom. B got home as I was on the floor with a flashlight (with my rear end up in the air) as I was trying to locate the lizard. B gave me a quizzical look and I just answered with one word - “lizard” - and a roll of my eyes.
Today I returned home from shopping and the lizard had made its way into my bathroom and had its head buried in the throw rug in front of my shower. CAPTURE! C took the box with the lizard it in and after I opened the back door, (I thought C was going to release the lizard into the grass, and he sorta did - in C’s lively way) C got a good grip on the box and shook the lizard up into the air and out of the box via a lizard-flying-leap. The lizard landed in the grass in the backyard and I watched him burrow into the grass.
Bye-bye, Mr. Lizard. Please don’t come back.