I love nature. I pay attention; enough so that despite living in a suburban landscape with plenty of distraction I am the one to see the rare out-of-place bird, notice the hawk in the neighbor’s tree and I’ve told you before about my run-ins with raccoons and skunks. I respect living creatures and completely understand that in most cases it’s we who have disturbed their habitats.
But I am not comfortable when wildlife invades my bathroom.
So wildlife might seem to be overstating it a bit, but I don’t like anything that crawls or slithers indoors! Sorry for the blurry picture, but my iPhone didn’t quite do the job, or it might have something to do with the sudden flurry of frantic activity–I began to fly around the room.
Do I throw a towel over him? He’s small–it might hurt him–don’t want to take the chance.
Oh, the blog! I’ve got to take a picture, but better hurry. What if he scurries under something. I won’t be able to sleep if I think he’s in the house!
I paced and considered, from a distance, until I came up with my emergency response measure.
I quickly grabbed a microwave food cover (we use it to hold paper plates) and tip-toed behind the little guy, gently placing it over him, vent opened enough to give him some air. Jay had worked the night before and was still snoozing…and the lizard relocation plan was going to wait until my dear husband could rescue me…I mean rescue him!
And once again, all is right with the world. I’m spoiled by having a patient husband who just accepts that there are some things I suppose I could do, I just don’t want to!
Hoping each of you has a wonderful new week. Be sure to watch your step! Debra