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There's a reptile in my house. Again.

This time it's a lizard, and it's sort of cute. But still . . . I'm not in the market for a new pet at the moment. And Lexi's such a dipsy-doodle, she keeps sliding across the tiled floor in her zeal to attack it.

I finally shut the lizard up in our bedroom, and left the window open for him. I'm hoping his survival of the fittest instinct will kick in.

Update: Despite the fact that I left the window open and the stupid lizard was only a few inches from freedom, he decided to hunker down somewhere in the bedroom for another 36 hours, at which time George spotted him. A chase ensued. George ended up trapping the lizard in our closet under shoebox, and after some tricky maneuvering, involving a manila envelope and roll of tape, the lizard was moved outside.

Posted 05 May 2005 at 03:08 PM