Attack on Lizard


A lizard got into our house, and for the last couple days we have been trying to flush him out of wherever he is hiding. And we did.

My step-dad, Paul yells up the stairs, “Kids!!”. We run down and we find him staring intently at the bathroom door.

“I just saw him run under the door, someone get a container.” I run and grab a plastic box. By the time I get back, he has the door open and an art canvas and three towels pressed against the bottom of the door frame, preventing it from escaping.  He tells me to get him the cane so he doesn’t have to actually walk in. (Did I mention he is afraid of lizards?). I got and get the cane, while on the way telling my mom of the situation and how nervous Paul is. She comes down to join us, I gave him the cane, and he slowly starts poking all the bags in the room to make sure he isn’t in there. My mom offers to do it for him. He denies. So he has removed most of the stuff from the bathroom Via Cane by now. And he stretches in to push the shower curtain, it scurries around the bathtub and he is startled, and so was everyone else. Did I mention we are all crowding around the doorframe trying to get a better look? Anyways, he gets the container and throws it at the lizard, just barely catching him under the walls. (The lizard is about 5 inches long). We get him and bring him outside to set him free in the forest beside our house, while at the same time holding Obi so he doesn’t chase after him and eat it.

Then we go inside, and remove our walls of defense *canvas and towels*.

Well that’s it. It sounds kind of boring now that I type it, but I promise it was a lot funnier and lively when it was happening. At least you have the beautiful picture I drew of the lizard.

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