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| This is a dumb joke, but doesn't it look like they spelled "avenue" wrong? |
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| This guy wanted my finger BAD. |
Yes, it's still hot down here, in case you were wondering.
Showing posts with label lizard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lizard. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Ho Hum, another lizard, another triple-digit temperature day
So far I haven't been met with any traditionally crazy New Orleans-type situations. I hear stories all of the time about how everything here takes longer and is more complicated than necessary-getting a drivers license or calling the cable guy, for example-but I have not had any of those experiences. I'm sorry. As soon as something crazy happens, which it most certainly will now that I've jinxed myself, I'll let you know.
There may be a miraculous lack of red tape, but there is no lack of weird crap arriving in the mail. We received this notice about picking up a package at the nearest post office. Apparently the post office is on a street I've never seen before: Louisiana Avenew.
In other news, I found another, bigger, lizard in the guest room. Ironic that I keep finding unwanted guests that I have to kick out or kill in there. But, I caught the lizard to carry him outside and he freakin' BIT me! Like clamped down and held on for dear life. It didn't draw blood but it scared me pretty well. We took a picture of him, too.
Yes, it's still hot down here, in case you were wondering.
Yes, it's still hot down here, in case you were wondering.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Lizard in the Kitchen!
Yes, that is exciting for someone like me. I'll have you know that don't spend all my time crawling around our house taking photos of birds and searching for reptiles. I am in a community organization and yesterday I had a meeting! And, I have two job interviews coming up, but I can't say anymore because I don't want to jinx myself. I'm like, 14, or something.
ANYWAY, this morning I came into the kitchen and started to put away the clean dishes. I lifted up the top of a pot and Viola! out sprang this tiny lizard like I'd just been served him at a fancy restaurant.
He scrambled around the dishes (should I re-wash?)until I finally cupped him in both hands and headed toward the kitchen door. But I couldn't open it without risking his escape. Dire straits.
You see, he could get too cold in the house or he could starve. And then one day I'd unknowingly sweep up his shriveled little body like he was common garbage . . . So sad. He was already looking translucent.
So, I switched him into one hand very easily and he didn't even try to fight. I unlocked the door and held my hand open quickly, thinking, "Run Forest Run!" But the little guy didn't budge. He clung to my fingers like a prisoner who has developed weird loyalty issues with his captor. So I slowly stepped down the steps and to the far side of the courtyard to the "woods," aka the strip of banana trees, baldcypress and mulch and about forty million tiny snails that lines the property. There I coaxed him out of my hand by saying, "Freedom, don't you want your freedom?" He gave me one last parting glance-not really-and jumped off and almost instantly disappeared.
ANYWAY, this morning I came into the kitchen and started to put away the clean dishes. I lifted up the top of a pot and Viola! out sprang this tiny lizard like I'd just been served him at a fancy restaurant.
He scrambled around the dishes (should I re-wash?)until I finally cupped him in both hands and headed toward the kitchen door. But I couldn't open it without risking his escape. Dire straits.
You see, he could get too cold in the house or he could starve. And then one day I'd unknowingly sweep up his shriveled little body like he was common garbage . . . So sad. He was already looking translucent.
So, I switched him into one hand very easily and he didn't even try to fight. I unlocked the door and held my hand open quickly, thinking, "Run Forest Run!" But the little guy didn't budge. He clung to my fingers like a prisoner who has developed weird loyalty issues with his captor. So I slowly stepped down the steps and to the far side of the courtyard to the "woods," aka the strip of banana trees, baldcypress and mulch and about forty million tiny snails that lines the property. There I coaxed him out of my hand by saying, "Freedom, don't you want your freedom?" He gave me one last parting glance-not really-and jumped off and almost instantly disappeared.
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