Right now…it’s down there. I just saw it.
I had to go down and close the cat door and lock her in for the night.
I saw it as I was going down the stairs. I yelled at it to move. It didn’t.
I stomped on the stairs to scare it. I didn’t.
It just laid there. Mocking me. Daring me to come down the stairs to close the cat door. (I wonder if that’s how it got in?)
I went down the stairs and sort of leapt over it…sideways.
I closed the cat door and leapt over it … sideways…to get back up the stairs.
Here’s the bad part–the cat is down there with it. You see, we have two cat doors. One that goes from the garage to the outside and one that goes from the garage into the house. So there’s nothing to stop the cat from catching the giant lizard and bringing it into the house.
Yes, I could close the door into the house, but it seems a little cruel to banish the cat to the cold garage for the night.
OK…cat just came in…alone.
I’m going to see if the lizard is still there.
I’m back. I looked. I didn’t see it.
I hope it didn’t crawl in my car.