Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! EWW!

Last night my cat was kind of freaking out, we could hear him scurrying around at the end of the hallway, and Rich even went down there once to find out what was going on and came back shrugging. So I went down there to go to the bathroom and the cat is still being freaky and when I turned on the light OMG!! He is batting around this 'thing' on the bathroom floor. I literally have to shove the cat out of the way with my foot to see what the 'thing' is and when I do... RIIIIIIIIIIIIIICH! OMG!!!!!!!!! "Come get this 'thing' of the floor NOW!"

I'm sure he was rolling his eyes at me thinking I'm such a girl, and I am, I admit it, I don't do bugs... EVER! Not spiders, ants, mosquitos, bees, anything... but this was no bug! When he gets down there I have to grab the cat while he looks down at the floor to see what the 'thing' is before he grabs some tissues to pick it up. UGH! He holds it closer so he can get a better look at what it is and I even convince myself to take a peek... bad move! It is the tail of something... I automatically suggest a lizard since we have those around a lot and I have even seen a few in the house immediately before I say... RIIIIIIIIIIIIIICH!

He says nope, he thinks it's more like a gecko or something. Like someones pet... Now I'm worried that the rest of the 'thing' minus its' tail that Rich is still holding, shivers still just thinking about it, must be running around the house.... AGAIN! So of course I make him go in search of the 'thing' but he doesn't find anything. It occurs to me then, and maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better, but maybe the cat brought the tail of the 'thing' in through the open window that is still without a screen since we still haven't finished painting the windows.

Besides that, I posted the next chapter a day or two ago, hope you all liked it... PLEASE don't hate Davey... I him! Seriously... besides, now that he is officially at Editor status, he could do that cliffhanger thing at the end of every chapter so be NICE! :2hands:

My son ate a whole box of Girl Scout cookies while I was in the shower this morning and has been a sugar high then low grumpy mess all day. :wacko: A 4 year old with nothing else in his tummy but 13 chocolate covered peanut butter cookies equals no fun at all, except when he is giving me fish kisses Sometimes It hurts how much I love him, well, both of my kids.

Hugs and smiles!

Vivian