"So, how good are your lizard catching skills?" She asks.
"Ma'am?" we answer, unable to think of a proper response to such a peculiar question.
"Well, see there's this lizard sitting on the windowsill in the living room. Can you [meaning my friend] catch him?"
And so began what was to become known as THE GREAT LIZARD HUNT. Sure that little green guy was only about 7 inches long from nose to tail but, let me tell you, could that bad boy run. After about 10 minutes or so of watching my poor friend unsuccessfully try to pick up, capture, or otherwise detain our uninvited guest I had a brilliant idea: why not just chase him out the back door?
"Ya!" I said, " While you chase him toward the door, I'll slip out and keep the dog outside."
It was a good plan and my mom and frustrated friend quickly agreed. So while they chased the lizard across our kitchen floor I opened the backdoor and grabbed for Doogle's collar, but before I could get a good grip on the dog, the lizard was at the door too. Next thing we knew, there was no more lizard. In the blink of an eye, Doogle had snapped that bad boy up.
....all but the tail that is. No, that poor lizard's tail remained on our kitchen floor, in all it's reptilian glory, gently twitching back and forth. Now, I've seen a lot of nasty things in my time, but I can honestly say that that tail was probably one of the more disturbing and I will not be the least surprised when it becomes the subject of my nightmares in the next couple days.
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