We are in Texas, and one of the worst parts of being here is.....the lizards. Every time you step outside you will see one.
He opened the door and I heard an "Oh my gosh! The lizard!" For a split second I thought he was kidding. And then I realized people don't joke at 3 a.m. Kyle pretty much went crazy and started trying to smother the reptile with a beach towel. He thought he got it because it was just laying there, but then it sprang back into action. Kyle went at it again with the towel and the poor lizard took its last breath, and shriveled up into a little ball. He picked it up, threw it in the toilet, and flushed it three times for good measure.
When he came back to bed I started hysterically laughing and thinking of what would've happened if it had gotten into our room or if I had been the one to take Ava to the bathroom. It was a funny part of our vacation. And I am so proud of my lizard killing husband. He shall now be known as the King of the Lizards.
This is like one that I saw just sunning on a gate the other day.
Last night, at approximately 11:00 p.m., Kyle asked me to let the dog out. I opened the door, and as I did, I noticed something scurry into the house. I thought it was one of those nasty silverfish bugs like we have back home, but once I looked a little closer, I saw that it was a disgusting lizard. It looked like the picture below.
Yes, I know it is small, but it is a TERRIFYING creature! It got into the house, ran under a sleeping dog, and continued to run around until it hid under the couch. I jumped up into a chair (because that's what women are supposed to do when they get scared of a creature) and started panicking. My sister in law (who we are visiting) was upstairs so I texted her that there was an emergency and when I got no response I ran upstairs to tell her. She came down and got a colander to trap it in. She and Kyle searched the living room for it for about 15 minutes with no luck, although I saw it run from the window to under the couch. They gave up and then my imagination started getting the best of me. I started imagining that the lizard would crawl up Ava's nose while we were sleeping, or that it would somehow end up in our bed and stare at me during the night. Even though we had given up on finding the lizard, we still took some safety measures such as sleeping with the hall light on and stuffing beach towels under the doors to block it just in case it left the safety of the couch. I was scared, but I was also sleepy, and eventually sleep won the battle.
A couple of hours into sleep, I surprisingly needed to go to the bathroom. I told Kyle how terrified I was to get up and go, and after waiting for a response that never came, (like....I'll take you the two steps to the bathroom), I bravely got up, ran out, and ran back to bed. About an hour or so later, Ava needed to go to the bathroom. Kyle got up to take her, and that is when the chaos happened.
He opened the door and I heard an "Oh my gosh! The lizard!" For a split second I thought he was kidding. And then I realized people don't joke at 3 a.m. Kyle pretty much went crazy and started trying to smother the reptile with a beach towel. He thought he got it because it was just laying there, but then it sprang back into action. Kyle went at it again with the towel and the poor lizard took its last breath, and shriveled up into a little ball. He picked it up, threw it in the toilet, and flushed it three times for good measure.
When he came back to bed I started hysterically laughing and thinking of what would've happened if it had gotten into our room or if I had been the one to take Ava to the bathroom. It was a funny part of our vacation. And I am so proud of my lizard killing husband. He shall now be known as the King of the Lizards.
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