Finding lizards on my closet. I HATE all things creepy crawly. Hate them. I asked (begged) my dad to get spiders and such out of my room until the day I left for college. I tried to scoop this guy into my soup pot to get it outside...and wound up knocking it on the floor instead, and then it promptly crawled in my closet. :(
I almost decided not to take a shower that morning. Seriously. I should have just decided to be kinda dirty that day. I never would have walked by that closet and never would have seen the lizard. I thought about just leaving it there, but I had very little faith in it finding its way out of my house before dying or leaving lizard babies in my closet and without making a pit stop in my bed while I was sleeping.
Seeing as I now live 2700 miles from my father, I convinced my friend Cliff to walk over from campus to get the lizard OUT OF MY CLOSET. I am NOT going to miss all the gigantic creepy crawly things in the desert.
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