So aside from the black puppy hanging outside my front door (coz the other two mysteriously disappeared and I like to think they were given away to loving and caring humans and let's leave it at that), there's another poor soul dwelling in my apartment. This time on the ceiling: a lizard without a tail who I've dubbed as Lizzie the Lizard. He's been around for about 5 days now. Sometimes he crawls about really quick and then he always return to the same spot on the corner, right above the bar. And stay there for hours. I think he stares at me.
Maybe he wants booze and is jealous of all the black ants getting drunk on the spills of vodka and creme de menthe. I like to watch 'em wobble all over the surface of the bar counter. Others are totally immobilized with intoxication. I don't drive 'em away, I enjoy getting drunk with those silly ants.
Anyhoo, back to Lizzie the Lizard. I heard that the lizard's tail is its defense mechanism. I think Lizzie is here under my nurturing roof to recuperate and be up and about again and eat the creepy crawlies. I wonder what happened to his tail.
Maybe he wants booze and is jealous of all the black ants getting drunk on the spills of vodka and creme de menthe. I like to watch 'em wobble all over the surface of the bar counter. Others are totally immobilized with intoxication. I don't drive 'em away, I enjoy getting drunk with those silly ants.
Anyhoo, back to Lizzie the Lizard. I heard that the lizard's tail is its defense mechanism. I think Lizzie is here under my nurturing roof to recuperate and be up and about again and eat the creepy crawlies. I wonder what happened to his tail.
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