lizards

As soon as I felt the squish under my slipper, I knew what I had done.  I was walking to turn a light on in the dark hallway when I felt it.  And when I lifted my foot, there was the small lizard…or what was left of it.  I couldn’t do anything but be grossed out and beg my husband to “go take care of it.”  The lizard – still alive -- could not live in its dismembered condition, and I was sick about it.  Not that I’m particularly fond of these lizards, but I’ve always been afraid I’d step on one accidentally and feel just like I was feeling at that moment.

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