So we were enjoying a relaxing evening at home, just the three of us. We had just eaten dinner and we were entertaining Isabelle on the floor with basically all the toys we own, spread out like funfetti on our carpet.
Jazz goes, “Ummmmm, what is that.”
And I look. And what I see is not good. A little lizard is scampers across the carpet and scoots under the TV cabinet. Of course, I keep my cool and calmly get some things to trap it. Sike, I scream and grab Isabelle and jump on the couch and scream and scream and yell at Jazz to HURRY UP AND TRAP IT AND GET IT OUT AND PLEASE HURRY FASTER.
You guys, there was a freaking gecko in my house. A GECKO. IN MY HOUSE. So many questions. How did it get in. Where did it come from. Did it have babies somewhere. Has it been living here for months. How did it get in, how did it get in, how did it get in.
Jazz grabbed some Lizard Catching Devices from the garage and proceeded to corner it into a storage bin. Then he took it outside and flung it in my neighbors back yard. I know this thing LOOKS small but that container is 4 feet x 4 feet. So, it’s huge. And by 4 feet x 4 feet, I really mean 18 inches x 12 inches. Jazz took this picture because I’m still standing on top of the couch.