Yesterday morning I was cross-stitching and I dropped a needle on the floor. I had learned from the last time I did this that the right thing to do is to pick it up immediately rather than brush it off as a loss and grab a replacement needle. As I was rescuing Future Me from stabbing her toe with a needle, I spotted something that looked like a small twig. I turned it over and discovered this:
|An awesome thing to find on the carpet.|
At first glance I thought a snake had come into my apartment and shed half of its skin. This was a little alarming; there was a half naked snake gliding around my living room, like a nature special on the CW. After a closer examination I realized that not many snakes leave their heads behind with their skin. I’m no herpetologist, but I’ve never seen a snake with arms.
I had seen other lizards indoors twice during the past five months. This was a definite improvement over Houston, where I saw a lizard in the house on a weekly basis. The lizards I spotted in Houston were larger and I’m certain a few died after crawling into the engine of my car.
The first Austin lizard was hiding in the closet and it ran out of sight before I could react. The second one surprised me by falling from the ceiling to a bookshelf. I’m not proud of this, but I grabbed a can of Raid and sprayed the shelf until it ran out. Only a G. Gordon Liddy bio caught any of the spray, but he’s awful, so it doesn’t really matter.
I think the Raid killed it. I felt bad about that. Or worse, I stepped on it. It found its way from the bookshelf in the hallway to the middle of the living room 6-7 feet away. I assumed he was the same lizard from those prior encounters, which is a more pleasant thought than the idea of two other tiny lizards out to avenge their fallen comrade. However, that would make a good action movie. Or a terrific romantic comedy.
I decided I couldn’t let him go to his final resting place, that Great Outside of My Apartment in the Sky, without a name. And so, in the sense that a living room is sort of like a lounge, I named him and said farewell.
|RIP Old Blevins
I took about 100 other pictures of it, because it was kind of cool/gross and I live a really exciting life.