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There's a skink in my stove!
Jun. 10th, 2005 07:00 pmThere's a skink in my stove!
http://www.werc.usgs.gov/fieldguide/eusk.htm
I've been sick the last couple of days, and had an MD appt. this afternoon in my home county, so I dropped by the house to med the cat afterwards, as I'd planned. There it was - a skink perched on my cutting board. I shrieked, loudly, which didn't phase it, the cats, or the neighbor across the street who was having a heated argument with her teenaged son in their front yard. So much for neighorhood watch.
I figured I could grab it with salad tongs, then hoist it into the emptied garbage can and keep it in there, not running up any of my extremities, long enough to get it outside. I grabbed for it, but it slipped out of the tongs and ran under the tea kettle on the stove. I got readier, if that's possible, moved the kettle and grabbed for it again. This time, it went into the stove. Oy.
Java had to have brought it into the house, who knows when. For all I know, it's been living there for days, weeks. It's better than the opposum in the toilet (another post-MD adventure) or the various half-dead rodents that've been brought in, although worse than the skunk in the living room. At least the skunk was obviously just curious and really, really wanted to go back outside. The skink? it might really like it there.
I left a window open and am hoping hoping HOPING that it climbs out of the stove and out the window while I'm gone. I paint-taped shut the bedroom door nearest the kitchen. I really, really don't want a skink in my bedroom!
http://www.werc.usgs.gov/fieldguide/eusk.htm
I've been sick the last couple of days, and had an MD appt. this afternoon in my home county, so I dropped by the house to med the cat afterwards, as I'd planned. There it was - a skink perched on my cutting board. I shrieked, loudly, which didn't phase it, the cats, or the neighbor across the street who was having a heated argument with her teenaged son in their front yard. So much for neighorhood watch.
I figured I could grab it with salad tongs, then hoist it into the emptied garbage can and keep it in there, not running up any of my extremities, long enough to get it outside. I grabbed for it, but it slipped out of the tongs and ran under the tea kettle on the stove. I got readier, if that's possible, moved the kettle and grabbed for it again. This time, it went into the stove. Oy.
Java had to have brought it into the house, who knows when. For all I know, it's been living there for days, weeks. It's better than the opposum in the toilet (another post-MD adventure) or the various half-dead rodents that've been brought in, although worse than the skunk in the living room. At least the skunk was obviously just curious and really, really wanted to go back outside. The skink? it might really like it there.
I left a window open and am hoping hoping HOPING that it climbs out of the stove and out the window while I'm gone. I paint-taped shut the bedroom door nearest the kitchen. I really, really don't want a skink in my bedroom!