Tonight, Steve was bringing in a couple grilled turkey breasts when he felt something on his neck. He carefully put down the turkey with one hand while trying to grab his neck with the other. And then he turned around so I could take a look.
THERE WAS A LIZARD ON HIS BACK.
Steve got it off in under 5 seconds through a combination of grabbing, swatting, and taking his shirt off. During which I was zero help; I basically had a mini fit just watching him.
But now, the part that really creeps me out (aside from the whole lizard jumping on husband thing) is that we have no idea where the creepy little reptile went. He just kind of vanished in our living room. And of course, that is where I'm sitting to write this post, alone at 4am.
And even though I felt differently last month, suddenly I'm thinking it would be super awesome if we could train Phoebe to immediately catch all the lizards so they cannot crawl on our backs. But considering that she was standing next to Steve when all this happened and she just watched him jump around...maybe she's had a change of heart (or palette?) too.
I guess we'll just have to see. If the last few months have been any indication, there are many more lizard "adventures" to come.
gross...
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea. Apparently we are lucky though - our lizards are teeny 3-4 inchers. Steve's friend told me the lizards at his house are almost A FOOT LONG. :E
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