So, I was walking into our “majilis” (think of a
more formal living room—they are a very common feature of all homes and
apartments here) when I saw something grayish-brown scurry quickly across the floor. I gasped and screamed (didn’t know you could
do both at the same time, but it is indeed possible) slammed the door to the
room and yelled for husband dear to come quickly as we had, “a MOUSE in
the majilis!!!!!!!” (emphasis mine).
Husband dear walks in with a fly swatter (wha????) and a dust pan as I
stand back (far back, as in behind the other side of the door) waiting to see
what will happen. When he calls for me
and says quite calmly, “Now, I want you to go Google mouse because I don’t want
you to be alarmed when you discover that your ‘mouse’ looks exactly like a
lizard.” To which I replied, “It most
certainly was too a mouse!” To which he moved the chair and chased our
uninvited guest outside.
I told him that it was certainly the fattest looking
mouse-lizard I had ever seen.
The funniest part of it all is that I had just been
telling someone the day before how I would probably not scream if I saw a mouse
in the house, just point it out clearly and calmly. Ha! Guess
we all know better now!
