Yep, that’s right. A dinosaur. In my pantry. Uh-huh.
It all started on Saturday night. It was late. I was waiting for k to get home from a football game (more to come on this, eep). There were dog/cat fur tumble weeds blowing across the hardwood floors, so I decided to sweep the floors with the broom. We have hardwood floors in the family room and those butt up again the tile in the kitchen. There is a little space between the two floors and dirt and fur always get stuck down there. So, I was sweeping out that space when something jumped out from it and ran across the kitchen floor.
Heart.attack.
Screams.
All the animals passed out on the floor. None coming to my rescue. Thanks attack zoo.
I thought it was a centipede. I do not like bugs with lots of legs. Actually, I do not like bugs at all.
So, I thought I could just sweep him up in the dustpan and run him outside. Well, as I went to sweep him up I noticed the tail. Dun, dun, dunnnnnnn. Yep, a long tail. He was a gecko!
A tiny, possibly baby gecko. And, probably only 1-2 inches long. And he was quick.
He ran right under the pantry door! What?! What do I do now?! Zoo?!? Zzzzz. Great, thanks for the help.
So, I just left him there. He was way too quick for me to catch. And even if I did, how was I going to get him back outside?!
When k got home, I told him about the gecko living in our pantry and he said he’d go get him out. I told him not to worry. I thought maybe the cats would “take care of it.” I also think that’s why I was never worried about having a gecko in the house. I thought the cats would attack it. They go crazy when a bug gets in the house, I can only imagine what they’d do to a gecko. Apparently I was wrong. The cats will do nothing to a gecko. They will sleep, softly snoring, while the gecko runs freely through the house, ultimately ending up in my pantry, where he’ll fill his belly until he grows into an adult gecko, aka a dinosaur. (Yes, that is the dinosaur life cycle. Do you not remember this from elementary school?! Baby gecko > gecko > adult gecko > GIANT DINOSAUR).
So, I was a little skittish all weekend when opening the pantry. I was worried a giant dinosaur was going to pop out. {ROAR!} And scare me. Of course, I picture a T-Rex, but come on…does it really matter what kind of dinosaur it is? I have a dinosaur in.my.pantry, people.
Well, I guess this could be the best diet ever. No more eating food out of the pantry for fear the dinosaur might get me. Stupid dinosaur. I have some good food in there, too. Well, I guess things will be looking up for Oskar too….no more getting locked in the pantry.
So, there you have it folks. As of today, we still have a dinosaur in our pantry. It could have snuck out, but I’m not taking any chances. No need to worry about me. I’m just starving over here, that is all. Send bread.
Enjoy your day and beware of dinosaurs,
{d&k}