Living in fear

You might not know it, but Michael and the kids certainly do. I hate lizards and snakes. Sorry, I don't think I made myself clear enough. I HATE LIZARDS AND SNAKES!!!!! My skin crawls, my heart beats faster from the fear, I freeze, I flee, I panic, I jog on the spot flapping my hands. They freak me out. I can't even see the ones at the zoo, even though they are behind glass. Just being near the entrance to the reptile section of the zoo, without even seeing anything, has me rocking backwards and forwards like a crazy person. Just watching them slither about, or their scaly skin glisten, their tongues......eeeeekkk! Just typing this is giving me the heebie jeebies.




So you can now imagine how I felt when Henry announced that he found a blue-tongue lizard in the garden. I froze. Completely froze. Michael had to go and confirm it was a blue-tongue, it was alive, and it was slithering about.

Now, I know that blue-tongues are harmless and they are in fact good for my vegie patch. They eat the snails, slugs, and caterpillars. They are doing me a service, I should be grateful. But I'm not about to start a fan club or give the lizard a medal. Instead, I'm now living in fear everytime I walk out the backdoor. Worse still, I have discovered the lizard's hide out. MY VEGIE PATCH. The perfect spot for it to sunbake. Aaarrrgggghhhhh!

So now everytime I'm heading out to the backyard I'm creeping about on my tip toes on the look out for the bloody lizard.

Note: A special acknowledgement to Michael for taking the photo of our lizard. I can't even look at it.