Creepy Crawlies

So, living in a desert certainly creates wonderful wildlife opportunities. I had one such last week.

Harrison and I had just arrived home from eating with Jason at work. We walked in, and what did I see? A 'charly'! (That's what I call lizards, a term I gained from my mission). Charly was crawling on my counter amidst homework and mail, zooming this way and that! I put Harrison down to check out Charly.



So, I didn't want this cute little creature to roam my home, possibly to get killed, so, I caught him!



After catching any little creepy crawly, no matter how cute, you must figure out how to put them in a more suitable container. So, I had this dilemma to deal with. I got a small, plastic container, perfect for bending so Charly could crawl right in. I moved the pan lid to the edge of the counter, much to his pleasure, because he was sure he was getting out. HA! Well, he would have, but I became nervous. After a couple minutes, I came back, and decided I'd get him in the container and outside. So, I inched the lid over the counter, this is where I wish Jason had been home to video, and got ready to snap the lid on. Wouldn't you know it that Charly would walk in a horse shoe trail, not a circle? And wouldn't you know it that the gap that could have set him free was where the horse shoe stopped? So, I waited about 10 minutes cheering Charly on. FINALLY, he slowly, thankfully slowly, crept into the container. The lid snapped on, and he went crazy! As I promised, even though I wanted Jason and Charly to meet, I took Charly outside.

We have a back patio, covered, but carpeted with the neighbor's leaves. (They're always the neighbor's, right?) So, I let Charly go, and he was pretty happy. Made me wonder though, how many of his brothers and sisters I may have stepped on before. So, with my good deed done, I turned to the sliding glass door, unfortunatlely guarded by an annoying moth and a barata (cockroach). "Not in my house," I thought. So, tapped on the glass so the spying barata would leave, then I batted the moth to the ground, where he stayed. Good. Wouldn't you know it that as soon as I opened the glass door the moth flew in? Right to the light at least. I was so annoyed with the creepy crawlies, so I swung like crazy. Luckily he (interestingly bugs are always male) landed on the light, and I hit him with my flip-flop. Down he fell, but wouldn't you know it still alive?! I grabbed that dumb moth and threw him into the toilet ocean, and sent him surfing! Good riddance.