Short commutes are awesome. I occasionally take advantage of my 2-minute drive from work to come back to the house mid-day, sit in front of the TV, possibly eat something, and watch cheesy action flicks from the early 80′s and 90′s. Little things like that make the work day go by much faster. The opportunity to take a siesta in my own bed rather than the “Lactation Room” is also much appreciated. (The Malaysian wasn’t aware of what lactation referred to and would regularly take lunch break naps in any of the empty rooms designated for milking. He now only eats on his lunch break after a fellow employee informed him about the intended purpose of those rooms. Still makes me laugh.)
Yesterday my thirst was out of control, so for lunch all I could dream about was a tall glass of watered down juice. Around noon I headed back to the house. At 12:02 pm I pulled into the driveway. Sunbathing lizards scattered across the walkway as I opened the door, headed into the kitchen, and turned on the sink to wash my hands. I screamed. At the bottom of the empty sink was a large lizard (compared to others outside) peering up at me with a look that said, “Alright, lady. So how we gonna play this? Your move.”
The running water didn’t seem to startle it at all. It just waited for me to decide what I was gonna do. No way I was going to leave it there to have free reign of the kitchen, dining room, and especially not my bedroom. No-freaking-way in the world. Somehow I would have to get it outside with the rest of its buddies. I don’t really have any problems with lizards, but I prefer for them to stay outside. There is even a black one that hangs out in the decorative shutters on the front of the house. It peers out from the shade when I pull up and goes back to cooling down after seeing it’s only me, not some stranger, or at least that’s the story I tell myself.
