This cuppa salutes our new houseguest, the lizard that our cat brought in yesterday. Mr. Lizard escaped from Tom’s clutches and is now hanging around…somewhere…last known sighting was the living room.
I keep telling myself that it’s not a big deal to have a lizard in the house. He’s more scared of me than I am of him, plus he eats bugs, so that’s good. But then I think about the unpredictability of his appearances and the quiet ssk, ssk, ssk his feet make as he scuttles across the tile. Oh, and his tail. And his little, beady eyes. And, the fact that he can jump.
Will probably sleep with the blankets pulled up tight and maybe even over my head for a while. Just in case.