I was unwrapping a box on our dining room table. After I had cut through some plastic and rubber bands to get to its contents, I started to clear the area. I absent-mindedly grabbed a rubber band and then the world stopped. On closer inspection I realized this unfortunate rubber band was actually a tiny, dead, three-inch lizard. I had it pinched firmly between my thumb and forefinger. I dropped it as if it were on fire and screamed my pretty little head off.
The boys raced into the dining room to see what was seemingly threatening the safety of their mother. I was logical enough to quickly convey that physically I was fine. Emotionally, well, the jury’s still out on that one.
I asked Full Speed to get a paper towel, pick up the deceased lizard and toss it outside. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react. I didn’t know if he would mirror my hysteria or step up to the challenge. Thankfully, he was a as cool as a cucumber.
I told him he was my hero. “I bet it was weird hearing me scream like a little girl, wasn’t it?”
“That’s okay, Mom. You are a girl so you can scream like one,” he replied without judgement.
Wow. A hero who simultaneously rescues and bolsters your self-esteem. Leapin’ lizards he’s a good kid!
- Photos: Pet Lizards in Human Poses (abcnews.go.com)