Something was not right in my bathroom.
There was an uninvited guest.
BEHIND THE Q-TIPS!!!!
After much screaming and shuddering and general freaking out by me and both kids, Sally and I hatched a plan. I carefully removed the items on the counter, took some pictures, and then trapped the lizard with an empty garbage can. Sadly, the lizard's tail got cut off in the process.
Sally starts yelling at me that I hurt him, that he's bleeding all over the counter, and I'm still mid-freak about trapping him and I'm yelling at her to hold the box - HOLD THE BOX!!!! - and we get him into the box and then close the lid and then I'm running through the house yelling to open the door - OPEN THE FRONT DOOR! - and I put the box down by the bushes and backed up and then turned and ran into the house.
I left Sally alone to release him. Then I called Stuart so I could hear his voice and calm down a bit, but when Sally and I went back to the bathroom -eeew this is so sick - the tail was still moving. THE TAIL WAS STILL TWITCHING! It's so wrong.
Sally gets the Good Daughter Award. She picked up the twitchy tail with some toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet. I was too busy freaking out some more.
Deep breaths. Knitting. A Scooby-Doo cartoon.
We're better now.