Spiders, cockroaches, mice, termites and even scorpions... you name it, a friend or a family member has dealt with it. It's always a bit traumatic to deal with these unwanted houseguests.
But I am not your stereotypical housewife who stands on a chair and shrieks when coming across one. In fact, I remember a winter in CO when we were dealing with mice in the house. I didn't scream when I came across one.
In fact I would trap them and keep them in an aquarium with food and water until it was "warm enough" to let them safely go in a field.
That was until we started finding them in our silverware drawers and kitchen cupboards. Then I had to sign the furry little guys' death warrant with a local exterminating company.
But I am officially and quickly becoming the stereotypical shrieking housewife with our LIZARD infestation. Tiny cream colored lizards with striped tails. Cute and fun to see when you find them outside. Quite the opposite as I find them inside the house, in various stages of life, death and sometimes (thanks to the cat) digestion.
The first one was found by Collin in the master bathroom when he screamed and said, "Mommy something just ran really fast behind the trashcan."
Ewww.... what ran fast??? A lizard, we discover. That's odd. How the heck did he get in here? After a botched rescue and release attempt, we laid his tiny body in the front yard.
The next week I was picking up dressup clothes when one scurried from underneath an item. I screamed. It was startling. I was able to catch and release this one.
Not five minutes later did I find another one in the playroom... sitting in a bowl.
He was easy to release too.
I told Tim that I'm pretty sure we have a lizard problem but since no one knows what to do with indoor lizard populations we left well enough alone.
The lizard torso found in a pile of kitty vomit was really convincing to my fragile psyche that we had to do something.
But still no one seemed concerned.
But walking downstairs in the middle of the night to find JuneBug picking up with her paws a little dead lizard and throwing it joyfully in to the air like confetti really put me over the edge. I would really and truly like to find a way to keep the lizards out. If only they knew what was lurking inside our house, waiting for another victim to sacrifice to the kitty gods. Why else does she toss her victims skyward?
RIP little buddy. May your corpse be a warning to all lizard kind.
