I went to KFC (about 2 miles from the house) today for dinner.... I come back. There's a fucking lizard on the wall starring at me right when I walk in the front door.
Friday night, I went to do laundry. There was a lizard in the washing machine.
I put in sod around the house about 2 weeks ago. My lack of watering it has made it dry. So I put down a little fertalizer this morning and then grabbed the hose. Little did I know there was a fucking lizard on the hose. The fucker jumped off, and I hit my head (and now there's a scab) on the aluminum awnings that are above the windows you can close in the event a hurricane should come.
ARGH! Nasty bastards!
(FYI, I'm in Fort Lauderdale FL.... About 3 miles from the beach.)
I'm figuring a way to some how deter them away from the house... but unfortunately, I live on a sand bar!
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