I'm working on a Christopher Columbus post (which I have been thinking about writing for almost a year) and also on the next "portion" of my "exit" story, so hopefully you all will have some long boring posts to read soon.
Last week, before all of the fires, we let our cats out to go get some sun. After about 10 minutes I noticed that they had come back in and that one of them was staring intently at the ground. I have grown up with cats and I knew that look. I tried to figure out what the cat had brought in and where it was. I finally saw it lying at the cat's feet, on the carpet, almost covered up by our bedspread. A lizard.
Now, I grew up with pet lizards and rats, so it didn't freak me out, but I wondered if it was still alive and in agony. I got Gluby's attention, and of course the boys' attention as well, and we tried to find something to touch it with. As we were talking about it's hit point status and looking for it's "life bar," the cat was periodically checking as well by pushing it with her paw. Suddenly the lizard took off and ran underneath the bedspread over by the top of the bed and our dresser. We all sprang into action. The cats tried to stick their noses under the bedspread (it's a king size spread on a queen mattress, so it covers the floor a bit) while Gluby tried looking behind the dresser. I ran down the stairs to go look for a glass jar and a lid and the boys climbed on the bed to see what they could see. (Now I'm singing "The Bear Went Over the Mountain")
After climbing the stairs two at a time I helped Gluby move the dresser and push the cats out of the way. I saw the lizard nestled under the lamp and alarm clock cords, so Gluby got his Marine sword to see if he could nudge it toward me and into the jar. It didn't move the first few times and then took off toward me. I wasn't prepared for its movement, even though I had been kneeling for about 4 minutes with the mouth of the jar ready where I hoped the lizard would run, so I yelped and jumped away as he ran back under the bedspread right past me. I turned around and saw it hidden just a few inches away. I bent down and put the mouth of the jar at his head and pushed his tail with the lid. He ran in and I quickly put the lid on top.
This whole time the boys were jumping around trying to see and to help. They were of course fascinated by the lizard and ogled at it for a few minutes until we took it back outside to let it go. Talk about excitement for the day. And Gluby looooved my yelp, by the way, and giggled, I mean chortled, over it the rest of the day.
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I love Christopher Columbus. He has done a great job with the Harry Potter movies.
Lizards are related to snakes in my book. I was once carring groceries into the house and had begun to step on to our porch step when I saw a white lizard (I'm assuming albino) and did a beautiful 180 piroette while yelping. Just in time for the Lane County Sheriff's deputy to round the corner in his cruiser and ask snake? I shook my head in shame. No way I was telling him it was an itty bitty ol' lizard.
I like lizards a lot, actually. I had some solo work with the Honolulu Symphony and was just about ready to start singing and one jumped on my music! Needless to say, it interrupted rehearsal.
He was a cute little thing. My boys keep begging us to buy one as a pet.
I like lizards too... and snakes. Probably because they eat rodents. Now rats or mice I could live without.
Wonderful story. Sounds like something that would happen around our nut house!
Glad you posted "for real" Miss Snarky. ;)
I love this post, LB. You're funny. I'd have probably yelped too, even though I'm not necessarily afraid of lizards either.
I LB, hope you guys are coping with the fires ok, they look pretty nasty, we're even getting news reports here in Oz!
I can relate to Glubby, as I don't like all the xmas stuff before thanksgiving. I was pissed that Starbucks started serving their Xmas Blend in November. Damn it anyway.
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