It's a jungle out there

I walked into the kitchen last night to grab a snack and before I could make it to the pantry, a tiny bizarre-looking lizard raced across the floor. I immediately fled the kitchen, as it would clearly be dangerous for both this creature and myself to be in the kitchen at the same time. I called my brother and asked him to come take care of this intruder.

Reluctantly, Tyler came downstairs.

(Trevor didn’t budge, but we didn’t expect him to. Trevor once saw a bug in his bathroom upstairs and then proceeded to use the downstairs bathroom for a week, before finally finding the courage to open his bathroom door again.)

After a few minutes of crouching in the kitchen, Tyler couldn’t find it, and I couldn’t say where it had gone because I fled the scene so quickly. So, I sat in the living room and thought about the Teddy Grahams I now craved even more.

A little while later, my dad came home from the Saints game. I told him to be careful walking in the kitchen because there was a strange lizard crawling around. (I really didn’t get a good look at it. I just saw some variation of brown and green colors and a little tail zigzagging out of control.)

My dad insisted we find it, so I began cautiously looking around the kitchen, wearing my mom’s shoes. I spotted it pretty quickly and pointed it out to my dad.

My dad saw the dangerous creature and reacted somewhat excitedly.

Dad: Sam, that’s a salamander! These are nice little creatures. They eat other bugs.

Oh, okay. Well, let him carry on running around the kitchen then.

While Dad caught it and took it outside, I grabbed the box of Teddy Grahams.