Monday, August 31, 2009

You Just Never Know What You May Find in Those Boxes

Remember how I said our movers in VA were pretty awful? Their folly has actually turned into quite the joke around our house. We'll come across a box (No, we're still not completely unpacked. What?) that's labeled "Dishes/Kitchen" only to open it and find that there are three lamps, two extension cords, a pair of shoes, a trash can and a plate inside. Somehow, the plate was the only thing that made the label. For the record, we don't keep shoes, extension cords and lamps in the kitchen but these guys were really creative in their packing skills. At this point, we just laugh and chalk it up to experience.

What I found in a box today was no laughing matter. At least not to me. Best of all? I can't even blame it on the movers.

We have boxes and boxes of books that we haven't unpacked yet because we haven't decided exactly where we want our bookshelves to go. Last night, we figured out a location for one of them and this morning I decided to open up a couple of the boxes and put the books in their new home. Just as I lifted one of my favorite Shel Silverstein books from the box, something scurried across the top of it an hid underneath the paper at the bottom. It was fast. Not so fast that I didn't have time to see what it was. Oh-Em-Gee there was a stinkin' lizard in the box. I won't even resort to my usual love of exaggeration here and tell you that it was big. The thing was tiny. In fact, it's small size has only added to my paranoia all day because something that tiny? IT COULD BE ANYWHERE.

I'd love to tell you that I set the little guy free to find his little lizard family but I can't lie. I dropped that book and ran like a sissy. My heart was beating so fast and I was convinced he was chasing me. I refused to even walk past the room where that box was sitting all afternoon. Poor Brother thought I'd lost my mind when I asked him the third time in an hour if something just ran across the floor.

If you're concerned about the state of the creepy little lizard, don't be. When Big Daddy got home tonight, he went to the box and as he lifted the first book, he let out a big, "Aww, he's cute!" and dutifully carried him outside and set him free...

...so that he can wiggle his way back into my house and torture me tomorrow when Big Daddy isn't here to think him adorable.

12 comments:

  1. We're just the same, you and I. I hate anything that scurries.

    Scurrying is B-A-D.

    Glad your husband at least found it. I don't know if I would have been able to sleep, knowing that thing was in my house!!

    -Andrea

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  2. I know exactly how you feel. Years ago, I saw a mouse in the basement. I ran up the stairs, locked the door, put a towel in front of the bottom and put a note on the door that said "do not open till your dad gets home". Luckily, we haven't had a mouse since.

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  3. Just hope and pray that you guys don't have the cockroaches and palmetto bugs that we have here in Baton Rouge. I swear the things visit NOLA regularly to fatten up and get all hopped up on chicory coffee. They're HUGE and FAST!

    Christy

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  4. I think I would have done the same thing!! Ick, ick, ick! It's nice to have Hubs around to take care of things like that!

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  5. I would have screamed like a little girl! So glad it's outside now.

    Hugs!
    Kat

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  6. I would have freaked too, loudly. Lizards are cute and all, when there is glass between us!

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  7. Yuck! Little creatures in my house freak me out. Mice freak me out the worst.

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  8. Ewwww. I agree with the "get the heck out" theory of dealing with critters of any kind. Even spiders and ants send me into another room, so I can only imagine a scurrying thing. But hey... at least it seems to be literate!!

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  9. Its crazy I can handle most bugs and insects and was the desiganted insect killer growing up but lizards... They creep me out even when outside. Now the skink (slamander type lizard with claws) that ran out from under my bed as a preteen that was traumatizing!

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  10. So... are all the boxes unpacked!!?? Thinking of you always...

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  11. Thinking of you -- you will need to help me acclimate when we move to the South in a bit (Charleston SC). I know how dreadful moving is and I'm not looking forward to it. We had the whole nightmare packer experience the last time we moved!

    Hope you're well xoxo

    -Ari

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