The Thanksgiving Lizard

I never explained the lizard who joined us for breakfast on Thanksgiving Day.  The story started the Sunday before Thanksgiving.

We were headed out the door on our way to church when I saw something scuttle by on the wall outside our apartment.  It looked like a lizard. He went into the elevator shaft.  We took the stairs.  End of story.

So we thought.

Four days later.  Thanksgiving morning.  I was making our lunches (we went to work for a half day) when Brad came out to the kitchen and asked, "If there were a lizard in our apartment, would you want to know?"

Somehow I think lizards are kind of cute.  Just not in my house.  He watched us eat breakfast then Brad said he chased the lizard out our door with the broom.  So he says.  I haven't seen a lizard since then, but who knows... he may be lurking in a closet waiting to surprise me someday.  The lizard, I mean.