I opened my eyes and smiled because the sun was shining and I actually got a good night's sleep. I decided right then that I wanted to have a productive day. So I jumped up and I walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Will had been working late (totally normal for deployments) so I wondered to myself how much time I'd have out of the house before I had to be home to catch his call. My mind wandered to making to do lists and I zoned out. Mid teeth brush, I paused.
Something had caught my eye.
I scanned the room trying to place what was wrong.
Window was closed. Towel was hanging where I left it. Toilet seat was down. Hmm...what was it?
Suddenly, it registered.
THERE WAS A BABY LIZARD TRYING TO BLEND INTO THE FLOOR NEXT TO THE TUB.
I stood there in frozen panic. I don't remember spitting out the toothpaste. I don't remember rinsing my mouth. I just remember staring (because they're like the Weeping Angels, if you take your eyes off of them for one moment they'll get you or disappear).
For a split second I thought, "Well maybe I can just leave and pretend I never saw it."
Followed quickly by, "But then what if it decides to leave the bathroom to find my bed?"
Obviously I had to do something. I know this is horrible, but I followed my first impulse. I ran downstairs for the vacuum and sucked it up. I felt so guilty about it and I was genuinely sad about possibly killing it. I put the vacuum next to the front door and ran away.
Will chose that moment to call and laugh at me. He kept saying, "You have to take it out. Just empty the vacuum outside."
But here's the problem: The reason why the vacuum was so accessible was that I had just taken it for its maiden voyage around the first floor. (I just bought my first Dyson vacuum. *SCREAM*, I know! I'm just as excited as when we bought our Kitchenaid mixer.) It was full of my hair, dirt, and shredded paper (I had an accident with the shredder). I couldn't just empty all that onto the ground outside.
Long story short, I took a wastebasket and emptied the canister into that. The lizard survived which lifted my guilty conscience, but also scared the crap out of me. So now the wastebasket is still sitting outside. And of course a thunderstorm hit that afternoon. I'm hoping that when the time it comes to take out the kitchen trash the lizard will have left and I can return the basket to it's place inside the house.
Or I'll just leave the basket where it is and Will can check it when he gets home.
In all honesty, that's probably what will end up happening.