mossadance

im sitting here, legs tucked up, in a painful wince.
i just came back from my shower, and i...met...a lizard in the shower..and...i was really very scared.
my parents are asleep and there's no way i can call out to them from the bathroom. no one will be able to hear me, so i splashed water on it, to try to guide it up the ceiling, so i can bathe. but no, it couldnt grip onto the walls too well with the water, and it was taking too long. i was so desperate and suddenly, i had the idea to lift up the drain cover, pick up the shower head and blast it down into the drain. it wasnt a big lizard. it was a baby one. but houselizards are so ugly because they look so whimsy and pale and jelloy and sticky and icky. i blasted it down the wall, on the floor, and it was struggling so badly. finally, i got it into the drain, and i gathered all my courage to flip the drain cover back down. i swear that when i turned off the shower head, i just leaned against the toilet door, in utter shock, and i was really going to just cry. it was a lose-lose situation. i prolly frightened it more than it shld frighten me, but i was really so scared, there was also no way i could bathe. and throughout my whole bath, i was so scared it would climb up the drain again. i was traumatised and ready to just run to the other corner of the bathroom to sob. silly stupid cowardy me. im afraid of moss too. tell me about me. boohoo. =\ what i did tonight was the bravest thing i did - other than helping to use newspapers to hit a lizard/clearing lizard carcasses. i hate the latter. where's my daddy...='(

kmli blogged at 5/14/2006 01:40:00 AM

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