SIGHTED


Daddy reported - this morning - the presence of a lizard which is, currently and unfortunately, temporarily residing under the same roof as us. A big, fat, full-grown, adult lizard, no less.

It was hiding under the fridge this morning. Now? I absolutely have not even the slightest idea where that sneaky and filthy creature has hidden himself/herself. !#@$#@%#^##$#@

A part of me secretly hopes and fantasizes that he/she has somehow stupidly found its way into the microwave. I won't hesitate burning you to death with micro-radiation, I TELL YOU!



This insecure feeling stemming from a lack of knowledge makes me feel so utterly vulnerable and precariously unprotected. If there's one thing I hate, it is having an enemy lurking sneakily somewhere out there in the open. I arrantly dread the thought of it seeking refuge in my bedroom, or hiding under my bed covers etc. I'll either get Petrified, or drop dead right there and then from an instantaneous myocardial infarction.
Thus, the door to my bedroom has been cleverly kept shut ever since this morning.


I have not opened the fridge for the whole of today. Not even once. And I'm not enjoying this one bit.



I DETEST LIZARDS.

Please die early.