While we were away last week, I got an email from my sister-in-law Deb O’Donnell who agreed to watch our house and look after the pets for us. Apparently, watching our house inspires people to sit down and write about the experience! I previously had a guest blog post from Deb’s husband, Larry, about what happened to him while waiting to meet the washer delivery people for us. I don’t know how our house became so complicated. (I blame the other 3 residents …)
So I go to your house to feed the critters and get the mail. I feed and water Sorcia and then go check on the lizards. I see one sitting on a leaf. Ok, good where is the other one? I look in the side. I look in the other side. I move the light. I stand on tiptoe and look in the top. No lizard.
I check the front again. Peer around the sides. Look closer at the leaves. Repeat. Look closer. Start to panic a little. Ok, take a deep breath and look again. Is that a tail or a piece of plant? Oh it’s a tail! Sneaky critter, it’s the same color as the leaf.
So, following Gina’s instructions, I head upstairs to get the crickets to feed them. The instructions were to get four crickets from the container with the net and put them in the small tupperware container for transport to the lizards.
(Me, reading email: Why didn’t Gina catch the crickets in advance for her???)
Ok, open the lid. Quick close the lid as crickets attempt to escape. All right, I can do this, let me think. I tap on the container and get the crickets to go to the bottom. Open the lid, get the net, I’m doing good. Corner four crickets with the net. I’m good. Get the crickets in the net, start to lift them up to put them in the transport container. AGGGHHHH! Three crickets jump out of the net in three different directions, only one lands in the transport container.
There’s one. Missed. There’s another. Missed again. Take a deep breath. Think. There’s one. Got it!!!!
Sorcia comes up. “Whatcha looking at under the desk? Can I help? Oops I’m not suppose to be upstairs.” Lotta help you were, Sorcia.
(Me, reading email: Sorcia knows she’s not supposed to be upstairs!)
Turn on the light. There’s one on the Barbie head. Gotcha! Two out of three’s not bad, right? But I better find the other one or it will probably have two million babies by next week.
(Me, reading email: Like there’s not already a million crickets loose in the house from the ones Gina and Gabbey have let escape …)
Staring at carpet, willing cricket to come out of its hiding place. Tick, tick, tick. Maybe it’s over here by the chair. Looking, looking, movement!. Found it! Got it. Oops its leg got a little broken. Hope the lizard doesn’t mind. Take the crickets down to the lizards. Carefully open the tank. Opening the cricket container. One cricket sees what’s coming and tries to make a break for it. I’m prepared. I drop the whole container in. Quick shut the lid. Lizard didn’t seem to mind the one with the broken leg.
Fished the container out. Closed up the tank. Thank goodness. Come on, Sorcia, want to come home with me for a visit?
(Me, sitting in hotel bar with my husband, wiping tears of laughter away: “It’s a wonder Deb and Larry still agree to watch our house.” Bob and I laugh over our martinis knowing the lizards are fed, the crickets have been fed to the lizards, and Sorcia is off to be spoiled at Aunt Deb’s house.)