It happened.
I knew someday it would, and the other morning it finally happened. A lizard inside my mosquito net….
I still am not really sure how he got in there or
how long he was there for, but I came back from the bathroom and there he was,
a little guy about 6 inches long, sitting up in the far corner of the net. Rather than simply leave him and hope he
found his own way out only to climb in to bed at night and discover my new
friend still with me, I strategized a plan to help him exit.
Grasping a broom, I kept as much distance between
me and him as I could, trying to coax him down off the net. Who knew lizards could jump?! This guy leapt on to that broom causing me to
of course scream but I acted quickly and ran outside before he could jump off.
Later in the afternoon, I was greeted by another
friend in my kitchen. This guy was a fat
one and quite the jumper too! I tried to
coax him out with a broom also, but his jumping was too much for me confined
inside the tiny kitchen so I just let him be and hoped he found his way out on
his own.
It’s small moments like this when you realize the
little things about yourself that have already changed. I distinctly remember a time back at my home
in California involving a similar lizard incident when I called my dad at work
to help me. What I expected him to do
all the way from work, I don’t know, but somehow he was going to rescue me from
this “beast”.
Now, here I am in Africa tackling these “beasts”
on my own. Though, admittedly I still
might scream a little when it seems like the lizard is coming toward me, I look
at them more now as friends who eat the bugs.
I’m happy to see them running around my backyard. As long as they stay out of my bed, we will
be okay. I definitely check (and then
recheck and check again) to make sure my net is fully tucked in at night so no
other fun critters try to snuggle up with me…
Since these lizard adventures, I have since been
graced with the presence of a spider almost as big as my palm and a little
scorpion inside my house. Home sweet
home!
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