Two weeks ago Sunday the critters joined forces and staged an attack against me. First, I found yet another lizard in my washing machine. (Seriously. SERIOUSLY. Does this happen to anyone else? It's happened to me THREE times now.) Second, a frog/toad repeatedly hopped in front of me as I circled the track on my walk. And third, a live lizard somehow made it from the backyard into the house. He was probably on his way to my washing machine...
As per usual, I trapped the live lizard under a Tupperware container. I expected Tom home in a couple of hours, so rather than continue with evacuation procedures, I decided to let the lizard just hang out in the living room. (Under the Tupperware container, of course.) Being able to see but not play with his lizard friend sent Tux into a panic, and he started frantically pushing the container across the wood floor with his head. I couldn't risk Tux actually setting the lizard free, so I set a large basket full of books on top of the container…turns out six-pounds-soaking-wet Tux is stronger than he looks - he had no trouble continuing to move the container with six or seven books weighing it down.
|Meow at lizard, move Tupperware container with head. Repeat.|
"Get a cat," they said. "It'll take care of your lizards," they said.
I believed "take care of" meant a cat would keep the lizards out of or bring about the demise of lizards who entered my house. Turns out "take care of" meant a cat would actually TAKE CARE OF the lizards.