Lizard!

Remember the dead lizard from a couple of weeks ago? Well, I guess a distant relative came looking for it, but it somehow died before getting too far into the dining room.

What the heck?!

And Hubs doesn't get why they gross me out. I explain they're animals, not insects, and that they weren't common pests in my house when I was younger. In fact, I never saw them in my house at all. I might have seen a grossly translucent-looking gecko on the window screen. And if I did, you can be assured that I hastily drew the shade down so I didn't have to see said ickified lizard-like creature. Meanwhile, my husband was growing up on the other side of the world with three brothers and a dad who used to be a vet. If they saw a lizard in the house, they let it be. This makes sense in that context. But I did not grow up in that context.

Jury's still out about this second lizard's death. My best guess is it somehow got trapped under the French door when I put out the broth from my chili lunch for Mater. Several minutes later, when I approached it's slightly bloody belly thinking it was a misshapen piece of lint I could pick up and toss into the trash, I saw the gross truth of its presence in my kitchen and grim demise.

Ew.

I s'pose I can try to loosen up about the thought of wildlife making its way into my house. Still gross though.

Ew.