We had a little visitor pop in to say hello this afternoon. We aren’t sure how he was able to get in. He crawled out from under the head rest on Brad’s usual chair and meandered from one side to the other. (Thank goodness Brad wasn’t sitting there or he would have had a heart attack!) He woke me up from my nap to take the little guy outside. (He‘s scared of lizards didn’t want to hurt him… um, yeah that’s it… he didn’t want to hurt him…) When we were first remodeling our house we were pretty much wide open to the world and had all sorts of critters come in. This is like lizard number 11. He was a tiny little guy, which made him rather difficult to catch. He turned from bright green to almost black as he tried to blend in with my espresso colored bookshelf during his escape attempt. I finally caught him and released him in the azaleas out front. On my way back in this crazy fly/cricket hybrid flew in with me. The south is too freaky for its own good!
Um, lizards totally freak me out too. As does any sort of creature with wings. Try living in the house with me and Daniel; we’re both terrified of most bugs.