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So I’m cleaning out an interior closet, getting ready to put up shelves, when I’m attacked by a radioactive Gila Monster. Kinda.
What happened is, this thing, about four feet long, with it’s skin hanging off in ribbons, unprovoctedly charged at my bare toes with every apparent intention of eating me from the feet up. I handled myself like any other 42 year old, 225 pound grown man would…mercilessly dispatched it and hunted down its nest and offspring.
Or…what REALY happened is, a 4 inch long, molting lizard ran in the general direction of my feet, I screamed like a 12 year old girl, jumped on the dryer, and waited for the damn thing to go away. Yeah. Did it.
After mentally replaying the incident, and doing a little research, I’ve figured out that it’s a Leopard Gecko. In North Florida. Go figure.
My questions are these:
1. Where in the name of the sweet bald headed Baby Jesus did it come from?
B. Am I going to wake up with this thing sitting on my chest, eating my face?
Thoughts?
What happened is, this thing, about four feet long, with it’s skin hanging off in ribbons, unprovoctedly charged at my bare toes with every apparent intention of eating me from the feet up. I handled myself like any other 42 year old, 225 pound grown man would…mercilessly dispatched it and hunted down its nest and offspring.
Or…what REALY happened is, a 4 inch long, molting lizard ran in the general direction of my feet, I screamed like a 12 year old girl, jumped on the dryer, and waited for the damn thing to go away. Yeah. Did it.
After mentally replaying the incident, and doing a little research, I’ve figured out that it’s a Leopard Gecko. In North Florida. Go figure.
My questions are these:
1. Where in the name of the sweet bald headed Baby Jesus did it come from?
B. Am I going to wake up with this thing sitting on my chest, eating my face?
Thoughts?