HOUSEGUEST

Disclaimer: THERE IS NOT A MOUSE IN OUR HOUSE.

This morning, I caught Eli sniffing around the bookcase in our living room.

THAT kind of sniffing.

The "there's something back there and this is my doggie way of trying to tell you that, uh, yeah. Something."

I looked. I didn't see anything.

Hmm.

Upon arrival at the house after lunch, I caught something moving under the table with my eye.

A small lizard.

Very. Small.

"GET IT!" I yelled! And we all launched into action.

And for a brief moment it was like a slow-mo battle scene where I lunged at the lizard with a tupperware container, IV just yelled and ran around and Eli looked at us all like we were crazy, why were we making such a fuss when he already told us, plainly, that there was a lizard in the house? Seriously, humans. So dumb.

The lizard RAN LIKE HELL.

Under the washer.

IV is now constructing traps and lego boats (? I don't ask) in front of the washer, you know, in case the lizard is tempted to encounter the screaming humans again, or take an evening cruise on the S.S. Lego.

Never a dull moment around here.