west, we have a lot of lizards. But there is one
particular lizard that you can see on your
property, on the walls of your house and
crawling across the top of the block walls that
surround the property (they even do push-ups on
the top of the wall), and they sometimes get inside your
Every time one of
these lizards get in the house, I'm reminded of Linda's
mom and her battle with a mouse that had gotten
up in the vines that were growing on the wall of
their back porch. She really disliked mice
and, as I came through the house, I saw
her through the window swatting the wall with a
broom. I went out to see what was going on.
Getting the full picture, it was in a particular
sequence. She would get close to wall, take a
swat at the mouse, step back and holler a high
To her this wasn't funny. And so it went for a
few moments. Step up-swat-step back-whoop. Step
up-swat-step back-whoop. (I thought it was
hilarious) Finally she knocked the mouse off the
vine. The mouse came out and landed under her
feet as she was stepping back. There were a few
more whoops as she ran into the house. It has
become a family story to tell.
Back to the
On our back porch
Linda has put up curtains to keep the dust off
when the dust storms come through. Most of the
time they are gathered at each post and tied
with a decorative rope. Yesterday, Linda decided
to wash the curtains and volunteered me to help.
So we detached them from the hangers that are on
a cable that stretches the length of the porch.
Linda picked about
five sections of curtain and put them in the
washing machine. After they finished she ask me
to put them in the dryer. I notice they were almost
dry so she said to hang them over the fence to
As I was laying
them on the dryer, I noticed a lizard clinging
to one of the curtains. I told Linda to come and
look, and like her mother, let out a couple of
whoops and headed for the door. I folded up the
curtain to contain the lizard so I could get it
outside. These lizards are normally very quick. I
slowly unfolded the curtain and tried to shake
the lizard off. He had his little claws dug into
the material and was showing very little life.
Finally I got him off but he wasn't moving well.
I did manage to get him under one of the chairs,
I didn't want our dog to get it.
I started to
think what this little fellow just went through.
One wash cycle, with detergent and a rinse.
Another wash cycle, no detergent, and another
rinse cycle and a spin dry. No wonder he wasn't
moving well. His mind must have been spinning
around in his head and no telling how much
detergent he swallowed. I check on him a couple
of times to see if he was still under the chair.
The next time he was gone.
After what he went
through he deserves to live.