Captured

Pulling back the curtains this morning to let in some light and the freaky white lizard's newest hiding place was revealed.  As expected, I screamed my face off, into the telephone while chatting with my sister who promptly advised me not to go batty over the lizard or the girls would be scared.  As I screamed, they did too, but more to mock their hysterical mother. 

Virginie kept shouting,"Lizzer!  Lizzer!  Get it, Mommy!  Oh no, a lizzer!" 

Lily, ever so calmly, directed Didier as the thing wiggled across the wall.  "It's over there, Papa.  He's going over the lights, Papa.  You can get it, Papa but you have to hurry up."  Didier, God bless him, chased after the thing with a plastic box and large mailing envelope but did indeed get the bugger into the box.  As my sister shouted into the phone, "Don't kill it,"  Didier took our white lizard mascot outside to set his beady-eyed pinkaliciousness free.  Far away.  In the grass.  Nowhere near the house.  And just like that the spell was broken and we were released from the fear of finding that miserable mosquito-chasing, wall-scrambling lizard behind just about anything in the house.  We are free.  At least until the next one gets in.

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