yoikes

Came home from council meeting the other night to see Jim sitting in his chair laughing at kitty who was frantically pawing at the bottom of one of the living room windows. Seems a lizard had gotten into the house, and Jim had sic'em'd.

I immediately flashed back to my encounter with the big horned daddy in the Sanctuary a couple of weeks ago. But this was a baby, relatively speaking.

Konan the Kat, however, is no respecter of size, and is equally intolerant of creepy crawlies both large and small. MOF, he's about as patient with lizards as I am snakes. And so we watched as curtains flew and claws flashed. Bet the meooooorrrwwwssss could be heard a block away.

A few minutes later my lil hero tired (or just simply lost interest), choosing a snooze on his comfy black and white bedroom cushion over continued combat with beigey gray critter.

Next morning, first thing, I looked for it, anticipating seeing leg-less remains scattered along the line where carpet meets wall. Imagine my surprise, there it was, making itself quite at home under the drapes, rapidly darting tongue assessing the current threat situation.

I guess we now have what my friends down under would call a lounge lizard.