Oh, the things I'll blog about.
It's true though, the crying for lizards part. Today, I was sitting, eating Blue Bell Birthday Cake ice cream out of the container with Matteo (which btw, he made SURE we both had a bite, back and forth. No double bites) and I see something move out of the corner of my eye. It was a lizard. A green lizard. It had jumped on to the play yard. Oh yuck. But I was enjoying my ice cream and for some reason chose not to confront the lizard.
It wasn't but a few minutes later that I saw the lizard and for real, was like, ok, I should do something about this. I was a little bit proud, like "Ok I am going to do this". (So foolish) So, anyways, I put Matteo up in his high chair because I can just imagine the things he would want to do when he saw a lizard. The boy eats bugs so...
Before I go on I need to share some back story here for a second. In the summer when my niece and nephew came with me for a couple days there was a random lizard that got in one day when we opened the front door. I stood there in shock. Did not move. Then said to my NINE YEAR OLD NEPHEW "What do I do?!" He lackadaisically said; "Do you have a broom?" I was like "Oh! Right! A broom! So that shows my ridiculousness and lack of common sense when it comes to lizards and let me assure you it applies to roaches and spiders and anything like that. Gag. I literally want to gag thinking about these things. Gag.
So today, I knew to grab a broom (thanks Gunnar). But first, I had to freak out a little. Text Sergio and my mom about it. Cry a little bit. Suck it up a little bit, and then take a picture of him, facebook about it and then decided to just leave the house.
Actually I decided to leave the house after this happened:
I used the broom to encourage the lizard towards the door. (I have the urge to name the lizard but I'll refrain). It was going as well as these kind of things go with me (the lizard falling off the bookshelf to the hearth of the fireplace on it's back and it just looks awful when he flops back to his feet) until he disappeared into thin air. Well, maybe he went under the built in bookshelves, you be the judge.
Either way, it disappeared, people. Like, it's living in the crevices of my house, people.
What am I to do?