Since we have moved to Arizona we have discovered that whether you are careful or not the "state bird" will take up residence without paying his fair share of rent. When your next door neighbor moves out (and by next door I mean we share walls) of the ajoining apartment they will do what we call "bomb" that apartment to get the smell out or the bugs, then any living creature will then pack their things and move into yours, since it has been a few months since your place has been bombed and the poison is wearing off.
I know this is all a little too much for the weak stomach but this is the hard truth. Shortly after my next door neighbor moved we started having these frequent visitors. Not a lot but enough to keep me company during the day. This problem was under control, or so I thought. I started living my life like normal again and I started to relax a bit. One morning I was peacefully wiping the counter with a dishtowel that I had left near the sink. Everything was fine until I saw two bugs that I had never seen before. I started to scream very loud into John's ear (it was his fault for being next to me and not between those crawly "things" and me like a heroic husband is supposed too) I may have used a choice word or two but I didn't know what the heck I was starring at. After John calmed me down by covering his ears and letting me know just how loud I was screaming (one would think I've never screamed at him before) we took at look at this peculiar round bodied bug with four legs and its squirming worm like baby and John said to me "That's a lizard and his now unhitched tail" We started laughing, John put it on a paper towel and took it outside on the rocks. I feel terrible to think that I just yelled at the reptile that probably ate all the cockroaches that were the problem in the first place.
The moral of the story is lizards tails move even when they are no longer attached.
Ha I freak out and scream for tanner to get the bugs too! All creepy crawly things scare me! That is all to funny!
ReplyDeleteIt's a good thing that you don't have my propensity for whacking and smacking bugs. I would have grabbed the nearest heavy thing and started beating the heck out of it, which would have been really bad in the case of a lizard. I don't even want to think about what you'd have to clean off of the walls and such. That's a good story.
ReplyDeleteSorry you must deal with those awful things! If it makes you feel any better, we were at a cabin the past few days and saw 7 baby mice. One dead in a trap. The other 6, Mark eventually swept out the door! Glad you're blogging now. I'll know what's happening in your life, even if it entails awful bugs and reptiles!
ReplyDeleteoh man when I was down there I was at a Wal-mart and this HUGE Cockroach came walking across the floor (were talking like the size of a small mouse but massive for a cockroach!) I thought there is no way he will fit under the shelf where he was scampering to but to my surprise he squashed his body down and slid under no problem! YUCK! those things can get everywhere! I am glad you had a little lizzard helping you with the problem...
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