Lizard Smakk
So while sitting in my chair last night enjoying a little Captain Morgan, I see something out of the corner of my eye up above me. At first I think it's the normal little shadow animals that come after a good night of sailing with the Captain, but no, this is different. Inside of the light dome of our ceiling fan is the outline of a small little lizard walking around inside the light. So after pointing the out to the Bunny, she covers her wine glass in panic and start in on her nervous squeaks of fear. Since taking apart the light is a bitch, we decide to just turn it off to not fry the little fellow, and also turn off the ceiling fan to not shred the guy and send pieces flying across the room.
After a few minutes, I have to hold my glass from shattering when a high pitched banshee shriek comes from the couch exclaiming, "He's on the outside edge right there!" Almost on cue, this commander salamander takes a leap right from the fan all the way down to the coffee table to land about a foot away face-to-face with the Bunny. One second later a blur of blond hair streaks by me screaming in a fevered pitch so high that only Carrot could comprehend. So I take a kleenex and grab our little guest to remove back out in the wild of the back yard after I say, "Thank you and good job."
So while sitting in my chair last night enjoying a little Captain Morgan, I see something out of the corner of my eye up above me. At first I think it's the normal little shadow animals that come after a good night of sailing with the Captain, but no, this is different. Inside of the light dome of our ceiling fan is the outline of a small little lizard walking around inside the light. So after pointing the out to the Bunny, she covers her wine glass in panic and start in on her nervous squeaks of fear. Since taking apart the light is a bitch, we decide to just turn it off to not fry the little fellow, and also turn off the ceiling fan to not shred the guy and send pieces flying across the room.
After a few minutes, I have to hold my glass from shattering when a high pitched banshee shriek comes from the couch exclaiming, "He's on the outside edge right there!" Almost on cue, this commander salamander takes a leap right from the fan all the way down to the coffee table to land about a foot away face-to-face with the Bunny. One second later a blur of blond hair streaks by me screaming in a fevered pitch so high that only Carrot could comprehend. So I take a kleenex and grab our little guest to remove back out in the wild of the back yard after I say, "Thank you and good job."
posted by CaptSmakk @ 9:01 AM
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