My Saviors
While getting ready for bed, my son screamed from the bathroom, "There's a wizard in the house! There's a wizard in the house!"
I'd say he has a really good imagination, but his voice held a bit more excitement than an imaginary wizard would warrant. Maybe we've been talking about Harry Potter too much.
My daughter, much more excited by his declaration than I, beat me to the bathroom.
"You keep an eye on it and I'll get a cup to catch it," she instructed her brother.
A cup? For a wizard? Huh?
Then a saw an almost clear little creature dart by the toilet.
Ew. A lizard!
I was out of there.
I don't think the kids even realized that I had vacated the premises, but I wasn't going to go within ten feet of that creepy little thing. I surreptitiously slid into my bedroom and shut the door. Then a shoved a towel into the crack at the bottom. I backed away from the door and listened to the kids' faint voices.
If they didn't catch it, we were going to have to move. You see, I would always live in mortal fear that the barely two-inch-long lizard would sneak into my room at night, somehow navigate my bed and crawl in my forever open, always drooling mouth. Yet, I'd be too embarrassed to call the exterminator to try and find a lizard smaller than a quarter.
It took them a while to execute their catch and release program, but they did finally catch the disgusting little creature. Then they brought the cup to my door to ask if they could go outside and, "...take him back to his family."
Are they insane?
"Take it! Go! Quick! And I'm pretty sure his family is in the neighbor's yard!"
Tonight my savior was an eight-year-old girl with a Spongebob Squarepants Dixie Cup.
Besides the obvious, the thing I miss the most when my husband is deployed is this. Critter removal.
Hurry home, honey. There's a spider on my ceiling the eight-year-old can't reach.
I'd say he has a really good imagination, but his voice held a bit more excitement than an imaginary wizard would warrant. Maybe we've been talking about Harry Potter too much.
My daughter, much more excited by his declaration than I, beat me to the bathroom.
"You keep an eye on it and I'll get a cup to catch it," she instructed her brother.
A cup? For a wizard? Huh?
Then a saw an almost clear little creature dart by the toilet.
Ew. A lizard!
I was out of there.
I don't think the kids even realized that I had vacated the premises, but I wasn't going to go within ten feet of that creepy little thing. I surreptitiously slid into my bedroom and shut the door. Then a shoved a towel into the crack at the bottom. I backed away from the door and listened to the kids' faint voices.
If they didn't catch it, we were going to have to move. You see, I would always live in mortal fear that the barely two-inch-long lizard would sneak into my room at night, somehow navigate my bed and crawl in my forever open, always drooling mouth. Yet, I'd be too embarrassed to call the exterminator to try and find a lizard smaller than a quarter.
It took them a while to execute their catch and release program, but they did finally catch the disgusting little creature. Then they brought the cup to my door to ask if they could go outside and, "...take him back to his family."
Are they insane?
"Take it! Go! Quick! And I'm pretty sure his family is in the neighbor's yard!"
Tonight my savior was an eight-year-old girl with a Spongebob Squarepants Dixie Cup.
Besides the obvious, the thing I miss the most when my husband is deployed is this. Critter removal.
Hurry home, honey. There's a spider on my ceiling the eight-year-old can't reach.
Labels: housing, kids, life at home, siblings, waiting, wife
posted by Major Mom at 8:47 PM
Karen is a military wife and stay-at-home mother to a seven-year-old daughter and a five-year-old son. A Boston native who’s lived in the Shreveport-Bossier area for eight years, she spends most of her time volunteering at her kids’ school, supporting her husband, playing with her friends and watching her hair turn gray. In between, she writes about her life here on her blog.
5 Comments:
I think I might have seen one of your lizard's family members in my bathroom Sunday. My youngest son came running through the house saying a lizard was in the bathroom. I went into the bathroom expecting to see this huge brown or green lizard but he was nowhere to be found. I was armed with a broom and my oldest son ran and grabbed some bug spray. We looked and looked but no lizard. Finally my youngest son said, "There he is in the corner!" I looked and saw this tiny, tiny transparent creature that really didn't even look like a lizard. Maybe it was a baby one. Anyway, I wish I could say my kids released him back into the yard but our lizard wasn't so lucky.
We always get those transparent,. evil, little things in our bathrooms when it is hot out. I actually hink they're worse than the big ones because you never know when one will surprise you.
I have honestly never seen a transparent lizard. That would freak me out beyond belief! I'm not scared of lizards, but that's just not normal. If I see a roach, I will move though.
Oh, I have some roach stories from his last deployment. But my language isn't exactly PG. ;-)
LOL! I have some good ones too. After coming across some hissing, flying cockroaches, I cannot handle them
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