Yesterday, we had an unwanted visitor...
Mr. Lizard was sitting by our stove. I was scared. Yep, scared of a tiny lizard.
I locked Knox and myself in our bedroom until Fred got home. I didn't want Mr. Lizard attacking us!
So, when Fred finally got home (it was only an hour and a half after me, but it seemed like eternity), he escorted a dead Mr. Lizard out of our house. I had no idea he was even dead.
Special thanks to Fred for saving the day! I just don't know what I'll do when Baby Smithwick gets older and brings in nasty things.