Under Siege

So apparently the local creature population did not take too kindly to my last post, because now there is a lizard living in my bedroom. Allow me to relate the course of events.

Yesterday I decided to be a good wife and make dinner for Mike. He's been taking life drawing classes after work on Wednesdays, so he gets home pretty late. If anyone wants a sketch of a naked Asian man, we're getting quite a collection. So I brought my big cloth bag and went to the grocery store to load up. Again, this is when it sucks to not have a car. You can't just get a bunch of food and drive it home, you can only get what you can carry. I was planning on making something like meatloaf, but the McCormick's salt and pepper grinders were $8.25 each, so I scratched that idea. I know we'll have to get those eventually, but something in me balks at paying sixteen dollars for seasoning. So instead I got some chili and a cornbread mix, and I found Mike's favorite chipotle Tobasco sauce. I figured this would be a hearty Texan meal to remind us of home.

I'm still figuring out the oven, but I'm slowly coming along. The temperature dial is in Celsius, so I had to do some converting. Also, it's only labeled every 50 degrees, with no lines in between, so it's a little tricky to try and cook something at 204.444. I did my best, and dinner was decent enough. It may be a lot cheaper to go to a hawker stand for food, but sometimes you just need to eat at home. Plus, I think I'm gaining weight from eating out all the time, but I can't really tell because our scale is in kilograms. Thanks a lot, America! Way to be the only industrialized country to not use the metric system. It's really helping me out overseas.

But I digress. After dinner, Mike fell asleep, and I stayed up to watch the end of Law and Order: Criminal Intent because I like seeing Vincent D'Onofrio be creepy. As I was opening the door to the bedroom, I saw a lizard as least as long as my hand dash under the bed. This is not okay with me, so I ran and armed myself with a cup and a broom. I didn't want to kill it, I just wanted it outside. Unfortunately, when I got back to the bedroom, I couldn't see it anywhere. It wasn't under the bed, it wasn't on the wall, and it wasn't on the window. I figured maybe if I stayed still, it would relax and move again. This is when Mike woke up, and I think seeing me kneeling motionless on the floor holding a cup may have freaked him just a little. I tried to explain I was hunting a lizard, but I don't think that helped.

I had to give up eventually and go to bed, but I know it's still in there somewhere. Waiting, biding it's time. It's probably hiding in my closet, going through my clothes, touching my underwear, waiting till I leave and then walking on my pillow. This isn't over, lizard. Not by a long shot.