The lizard/human drama.

[Consider this post the life-preserver in a land (week) of serious posts. Also, I'd like to thank Jason for his gracious allowance of me internet whoring him, by looking into Heather's email when we needed an important bit of info.]

I had the following discussion with the wife on gmail chat a few days ago:

Heather: umm, a lizard/salamandar thingy just crawled in under the door
me: the closed door?
Heather: and ran across the linoleum and under the bookcase by the door
YES! CLOSED!!!!!!
BIG
me: err
Heather: maybe he was a gecko
me: he wants to sell you car insurance
Heather: kinda looked like the thing on the commercial
babeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
he scurried
how did he get in here????????????????
me: I dunno baby
Heather: what am I gonna do?
me: I could bring my pizza home
I would attempt to block him off
Heather: yeah…..
ok, if something that big can get in, something has to be done
me: we’ll figure it out
it could have come in before
and been hiding
Heather: hmm, I don’t think so
I heard something, looked over, and he had his head up looking around, like…how did I end up here?
where is this place? I better hurry and take cover
me: lol
Heather: you think the table is strong enough to support my weight?
I wanna see if I can get a closer look without having to get on the floor at all
me: it is if you stand right on top of the supports, one foot under each
Heather: hmm
I will admit I am somewhat intrigued
he had his head sticking out looking
me: can I blog this?
please?
Heather: and when I got over to the other couch, it went back under the bookshelf
sure
I don’t really care a whole lot right now
but I get to proof it before it posts
me: deal

So, being the incredible husband I am, I decide to head home and work on dislodging our new lizard friend from his new home.

Knowing a blog post was forming from this event, I had heather take some pictures, and I took some as well:

Here we see the initial setup, about 5 minutes in. He’s behind a bookcase, and I’ve set up a border of books and amazon boxes to only allow our slimy friend one exit. Being the closest thing nearby, the common closet hanger was my prodding weapon of choice.

Here we see the hero of our sordid tale, not understanding that the direction he is facing this picture is the direction of certain death, not the direction of freedom. Previously mentioned coat hanger was kind enough to remind him of this fact.

Here he is, one last time, behind the bookcase. I finally put enough books under the bookcase, including this green one, so he had no choice but to exit.

pointsAccumulatedWithWife(Husband Points) = pointsAccumulatedWithWife(Husband Points) + x

In non-geek words, I now have a few more points with my wife for my heroics in battle.

FL: Day of Dots Clock – gives each second of a day a dot, and then counts the dots visually to represent time. As awesome as it sounds (which is quite abit).