Last night I walked into my room and noticed something rather large moving on the ceiling. (On a side note, last week, one of my teammates got bitten by a rat. My theory, up to this point, was that normally, a person would notice something moving and then see what it was long before it had a chance to actually bite you. Until last night, she had me seriously doubting my theory.)So I noticed this lizard on the ceiling and immediately went to get my roommate. I’ve been wonderfully blessed with a roommate who has a degree in wildlife science and does not have a ‘thing’ with lizards. I, on the other hand, have a ‘thing’ with lizards; mainly that I don’t like to see them or think about them, and definitely not touch them. So after chasing the lizard around the ceiling with a broomstick for a good 20 minutes, we gave up. Being the generous roommate that she is, she volunteered to switch rooms with me for the night. I had actually been planning to sleep on the couch since the moment I saw movement on the ceiling, but I took her up on her offer since beds are more comfortable and I knew that she actually didn’t mind sleeping with the lizard.
Last week, I’d walked in the kitchen one morning and saw something scurry underneath the cabinet. I figured it was either a very large roach or a very small rat. Now I know that it was a medium sized lizard, or at least I hope it was. I would hate to have 2 new friends at the same time.
2 months of intensive training in subjects very relative to my life in the Sandbox, but never did anyone teach me how to get a lizard off of the ceiling so I could catch it…and by ‘I’, I mean someone else would actually be doing it and I would be giving instructions from the doorway. Oh, the situations that you find yourself in when you’re living overseas.
