Mr. Lizard: The Unexpected Guest

I have to preface this story by saying that for the last three weeks the joy of John's life has been to go outside and look for "dizerds" (lizards). He spotted them one day and loves to search the tree and flower beds for "dizerds". Here he is in a standoff with a lizard (it's hard to tell but he's on the rock in the foreground)

So yesterday afternoon John, Anna, and I were making our daily pilgrimage from the indoors to the outdoors. I had the front door open and was moving our necessary equipment outside when I turned around and saw a lizard help himself into our home. YIKES! My worst nightmare! This wasn't a little green gecko, this was a nasty, bumpy, brown 5-inch lizard. EEEEEWWWWW!

I HATE all bugs and small wiggly creatures so this thing inside my home was detrimental to my mental stability. Especially since it waltzed right past Anna on the floor in her car seat. Ugh! I had visions of The Nasty running all over Anna's little body.

Anyway, the lizard ran into the dining room. I frantically ran to get a disposable plastic tupperware leaving John in the front playing with his T-ball set. I ran back to the dining room and covered The Nasty with the tupperware but then realized that if I moved my hand off the container the jumping lizard would knock it off and he'd escape again. What to do....

Anna is screaming in her car seat, John is outside and I am stuck holding a plastic tupperware over the lizard in our dining room. I start yelling for John to come inside. Thankfully, the little man was in an obedient mood. He came inside and was semi-excited and semi-scared to see that mom had trapped the most elusive of all front yard creatures....the DIZERD! He kept looking at it and saying "DIZERD, DIZERD" And I kept saying "DIRTY, YUCKY!" trying to discourage him from getting near us. I asked him to bring me his sippy cup so I could put it on top of the tupperware. Again, he obliged and brought me the sippy cup. Once we had dear "dizerd" trapped on the window sill I ran around the house trying to find some cardboard to slip under the tupperware so I could take him outside. All the while I was gagging and shivering and kept yelling "LIZARD! DIRTY! YUCKY!" I didn't want John to go un-trap his friend.

I finally found some cardboard and slipped the plastic container off the window sill onto the cardboard. Again, John helped me out and opened the door for me to ruuuuun and throw The Nasty into the bushes. Ugh! Shiver. Gross. GROSS! I still shiver thinking about it. John was so bewildered by this spectacle but then he wandered around the bush where I had thrown the lizard and kept saying "dirty....yucky....dirty....yucky"....My little boy now thinks lizards are called Dirtyyucky

Oh, what drama. A mama's gotta do what a mama's gotta do to get nasty creatures out of her children's abode. Here is the lizard John was staring down in the picture above. Although the one that came in our house was twice as big. It must've been the granddaddy of this one.

EEW! EEW! EEW!