Dubai Life: Lizards in the House

Once every few weeks, we'll spot a small lizard inside the house at night.  They squeeze in through the teeny-tiny cracks the doorway corners, and I think they're trying to escape the scorching heat outside. 

Sven isn't too bothered by them and Phoebe doesn't even notice they're there (most observant dog of the year).  I, however, do not like them.

I don't mind as much when they're outside though.  They like to crawl up the stucco sides of our house at night, and I find it creepily cool.  But the other night, Phoebe kicked up some grass and threw a small lizard ON TOP OF MY FOOT.  It rolled around for a couple seconds before I lifted my heel so it could slide off and run away.  I was super impressed with my calm, Sven-like reaction but my internal reaction was a different story.

But it's fine, I'm fine.  Aside from the fact that I can't stop thinking about it.  Every time Phoebe brushes past my foot I suddenly think it's another lizard.  But of course, it isn't.  I'm just crazy.

However, I no longer stand in, on, or by the grass when throwing the ball at night.

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