Who says suburban life isn't exciting?
"J," I called, "there's a lizard in the linen cabinet." Yes, a little baby lizard had taken up residence in our linen cabinet. I discovered this when I was getting fresh towels for the bathroom. We spent a good half hour trying to capture the lizard, as he moved from shelf to shelf to avoid our attempts to rescue him. We did not allow the cats to help, although they indicated a willingness--even an inappropriate eagerness--to do so.
I effected the rescue, and J released the little creature in the front yard.
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