Poor Lizzy

pandemonium, high shrills, banshee-like screams, nervous panic - you name it all that's associated with lady colleagues when they stumbled across a poor lizard trapped in the pantry sink.

perhaps it was incapable of climbing out of the sink due to the wet surface.

amanda suggested pouring boiling water on the poor lizzy.

i suggested that the same should happen to her in the afterlife - with molten lava rocks.

with the help of a humble newspaper, i created an upslope ramp for it to climb out of the wet kitchen sink. it did, and scoot off rightaway out of the kitchen.

better than it ending up as some double-boiled reptile tonic.