Lizards and critters

My friend Jeannette sent this email today and thought it perfect for the theme of Bermuda experiences.

Dear People:

Unbeknownst to me, in addition to my pet cat and pet dog, I also had a pet lizard living under my dresser!

MIMI YOU MAY NOT BRING FRIENDS HOME!

At least it wasn't a CRAB like my friend Sandy woke up to one morning, which had apparently let itself in through the screen door it slid open all by itself as they slept, and it wasn't a little palm sized one either...it was a regular size crab that people EAT...EW I HATE CRABS!

My secret houseguest was probably the reason why I haven't seen any icky roaches around in a long while...well, save for last weekend's standoff between Cheems and Mr. Now-Dead-Roach...yes I screamed like a girl but only because Chimo followed it into my room and was sniffing at it and now I had this MONSTER in the doorway in between me and my saving-grace-banned-in-the-U.S.-so-potent-it-can-probably-kill-crabs-but-I-hope-I-never-have-to-test-that-theory-BAYGONE! What's a girl to do? THROW SHOES CLOSE YOUR EYES AND RUN....that's my only advice! I think I stunned the sucker so badly with my display of displeasure beause it was still in the exact same spot when I returned...
TO.
MURDER.
IT.

It's a good thing I actualy LIKE lizards and this one can happily live in MY YARD....and eat all the roaches it wants out there!