Twitching

Somewhere in the front room behind my television set, there is a tail-less baby lizard running amok.

*shuddering*

While cleaning house this afternoon, I moved a toybox and found the lizard. He ran under another box of toys, so I had the bright idea of catching it. I didn't want to touch it - 20 years ago, I would have caught it and chased the girls around with it, but I'm much too girly now to do that - so I retrieved a highball glass to trap it. Great idea, right? No touching it and no squashing it and cleaning up its guts. Fabulous idea. But, the little fucker moves WAY too fast for my old bones. All I did was rip the poor critter's tail off.

That delighted the hell out of Hot Rod because the tail was twitching and wiggling. Grossed me out, but he liked it. Little Bit just looked on curiously.

Hot Rod asked if I'd pay him if he caught it. Sure, I said. He spent about 30 minutes trying to chase the thing out from amongst all the cords back there. No luck.

Damn.