Yesterday a Gecko decided to grace us with his presence on the kitchen counter. My daughter discovered him when she went to do the dishes. He was about six inches long (tail included) and clearly a baby. He scared us to death. Me, my 5'5" daughter and my 6'3" son were practically in hysterics as we scrambled around to find a bowl, (that we never planned to eat from again) to trap him under. As much as we didn't want him in the kitchen, we also didn't want to trap him kill him or accidentally decapitate his tail. That would be gross.
Finally, I took a cheap rubbermaid bowl and trapped him under it. I was shaking by then, so I told the giant boy to take it from there and put him out side. I went upstairs... I had to lay down for a minute.
Well, that didn't happen. I discovered he was still there as I finished eating dinner! (I didn't cook, but picked up dinner from the grocery store) The kids hadn't touched the lizard. They were saving it for daddy.
I had a neighborhood meeting to go to so I missed Dad's arrival. I just assumed it was taken care of.... till time for my midnight snack. I bumped the bowl, and he jumped out.
I screamed! My daughter forced my protesting husband downstairs to take care of it.
(Let's just jump forward a little. It was ugly. )
As we opened the back door to put out the lizard, a great bug grasshopper jumped in. Putting him out was easier.
Oh, and now everyone is mad at me for keeping them awake last night to get rid of the lizard. Apparently, I should have kept my surprise of finding him still there to myself.... and put him out too!
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