An Unlikely Roommate

The other day I noticed something pressed against the base of a credenza in my dining room. Taking a close look I saw it was a lizard. Not a small dark green one, a 12 inch yellow lizard with black stripes, very snake-like. Now what?!

I tried to gently nudge it in hopes of getting it toward the door with a piece of cardboard. It quickly slithered its way in back of the credenza. This is a heavy piece of furniture and I couldn’t move it by myself. I tried to get the slippery critter out using a yard stick, a leaf blower, a squirt bottle, and even begging and pleading. Nothing worked!

I blocked the sides of the credenza with cardboard to keep it safe (or rather to keep me, and of course, my dog safe).  I would like to tell you that it was out of sight out of mind, but that would not be true. My imagination had me thinking not only about creative ways to free it but about its gender! What if it’s a girl and pregnant and suddenly I’m living with an army or serpents!

I tried for two more days to get it out from behind the credenza with no luck.

I remembered my pool service man was coming later in the day. I thought he could help me move the credenza, catch the lizard, and set it free.

About an hour before the serviceman was expected I saw the lizard in the original spot at the base of the credenza. I quickly got the piece of cardboard and opened the front door and pushed him/her out. The little creature kept trying to come back in the house. I got it to a grassy area outside and we had a chat. I said “I could get up the nerve to squash you, and then I would have to live with that. Instead I’m letting you go.” I said “We could never live together. It wouldn’t work.” We went our separate ways.

Lots of life lessons in the experience:

  • Don’t force, rather allow.
  • Wait, take a breath (don’t panic)
  • Keep moving (carry on with the day)
  • Think positive
  • All life has value

I love critters, all of them.

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