Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Had a really really tiring schedule today. I had 2 training sessions to do for my project, one on chinese and one in eng. It was, eventful, because I got to meet a lot of different people and most of all, I met my old teacher from high school. She was the Interact Club advisor so it was really nostalgic to chat to her and find out what we have both been up to for the past...uhm...9 years...gosh.

Other than that, of course, I am tired to the bone. Except for the need to talk a lot while training, I had to use really on-the-alert method meaning it is not those dry boring training that we usually attend. I had interactive games that had to be suited to each situation and audience, so it was mind numbing as well...and after standing, walking and running around for almost 7 hours...you can imagine why i feel like a piece of wilted celery at the moment.

Am waiting for my sis to get out of the bathroom so I can brush my teeth and hit the sack...my legs actually feel wobbly. I hope I can walk down the stair properly tomorrow.

“Mum. There is a lizard in your carrrreeeiiieieieieieeeee….”

Upon saying the ‘eeeiieieeeiieie…’ I jumped out of the passenger seat followed by my mum on the other side of the vehicle.

There was a small, brown baby lizard on the dashboard. I do not like lizards. As a matter a fact, I think I have screamed more than anyone else at home whenever I encounter a lizard.

Unfortunately, my home used to strive with the horrid eye boggling creatures which would explain my behavior. I’m ok with roaches, mice, bugs…but lizards…house lizards, I cannot stand them.

Anyway, for that small lizard in the car, my mum picked up my drumsticks from the back seat and tried to chase it away but it ran into one of the slits on the dashboard. After that, she gave me the drumsticks (for self defense) and we got into the car. For the whole ride, I was eyeing the slit and giving it an occasional whack, just to make sure that the lizard is informed that something large, heavy and mean would hit it if it dared even to peek out of its hiding place.

I arrived at my destination without any mishap and I placed the drumsticks near my mum, in case she needed it.

Honestly, the amount of memories I have about lizards…freaking me from young til now…they should be enough to fit a book. I am sure many have shared my experiences…maybe not the more dramatic ones but the usual ones like finding lizards squashed between your doorframes leaving a fossil over the years. I had an experience where the lizard was not squashed but looked alive…it took me several minutes to gather the  courage to walk past it out of the door…and another 10 mins to realize that it was actually dead. I think the door had hit it hard enough to kill it but it was not squashed so it just stood static on the doorframe like some stuffed museum animal.

How about the times when you are wearing a tight pair of jeans, you hop into the car and a lizard runs up your legs? Yeap…had that experience too…and believe you me, I spent the next few days jumpy coz I kept imagining those cold fingers and slithering body at my knees.

I opened my refrigerator to pick out a bottle of water while talking to someone behind me. Before I picked the bottle up, I turn back to look at what I was doing…my hands were millimeters away from holding the lizard that had somehow managed to sign its death warrant by freezing itself on the bottle handle.  

The countless times in the shower when you are half undressed and then at the corner of your eye you notice movement…yeap, the all mighty lizard is in the shower with you and spraying water at it will certainly not help the situation.

Throughout all these years, I had a maid who protected me from these creepy crawlies. She just needs to hear me scream. I hardly scream, so whenever I do, she know and automatically she would grab her pest spray, broom and dustpan and come get rid of the nuisance…the lizard, not me.

Sigh. this maid is gone now, so i have to fend for myself. Chances are I might just stand and scream until I am out of breath, get dressed and beat a hasty retreat. I'll prefer to leave the lizard to find its way out...as a matter a fact, it can have the bathroom if it wants...I'll just find some bushes to ease my nature calls.