Wow...life just gets more interesting. I've had two "firsts" in the last twenty four hours. Sis's dad left yesterday to go out of town for a few days so as a result I was doing his deal with her after he left. They have all these little rituals, and frankly, I'm not on board for all of them but I do try. We walked or attempted to, until the lady across the streets laughter and yelling scared Sis, and then I had to go pick up her bad old self because she planted her paws and simply would. not. move. Nope. Not budging. I tried everything. After I carried her a little ways, she was OK. We went her way. Everything was her way.
Then at bedtime, against my better judgement, I put on her flashing red atomic collar, and let her go "alleying", all by herself. Her dad let's her do this every night and thinks that because she has a flashing red collar on, she's impervious to someones front and back tires. I say" not on your life, buddy" but so far, so good. So, I let her go last night. I hated every minute of it, but I let her. So, now it's bedtime, she's lying on her bed chewing her bones, and I'm ready for bed. Alarms on, all is good.
At some point I hear her whine but I'm asleep so I blow her off......for awhile...all is quiet. Then she starts to howl....like she's been left in the woods, all alone, no friends, no family, no food. All by her lonesome. Plaintive...lonely...sad...until I yell "Sis, NOOOO", twice, and then she shuts up. What the hell, Sis. It's 3:30AM...you're killing me here.
Cut to this morning. Sis is all good, we do our thing, I hop in the shower and am showering along and notice I am not showering alone. Minor freakness. There is a small 2 inch baby geko lizard in there with me--the see through kind with the spots--and I hate those. Do I grab the sprayer and shoot him down the drain....will he just crawl right back up? Do I grab him and throw him in the toilet and flush him? Whadaya doooo here?
Since I hated all those options, I just showered real fast, dried off, and told him he best 1) stay in the corner and 2) not be there by the time I got dressed, and he was. Now what?
I decided I definitely could not commit murder (toilet flush) first thing in the morning so I grabbed him, all wiggly and squirmy, and ran to the front door. Almost barfing, I yanked it open, put him on the fern on the front porch, and slammed the front door. Then I ran to wash my hands.
Eeewww, reptiles. If tomorrow morning starts like this, I'm getting back in bed. Period.