What a Lizzie Drama

A quick drama just happened:

“Eeeekkkk…..Ahhhh……!!!!!” A super- loud -high- pitch -scream came from the kitchen, downstairs. I shouted from my room, “What’s wrong?” I quickly ran downstrairs without my specs to see what happened (I just finished my bath and removed my contact lense).

Mama shouted: “There is a very big black lizard.”

By the time I got to the kitchen, I saw mama holding the broom and was looking (or more like hunting) for it. She was trying to catch it.

“Aahhhhhh…..!!!!!!” Mama shouted again and gave me a fright. I am not afraid of little lizzies, but it was my mama’s scream that scared me! The both of us finally found it, used the broom to press on it and swept it out to the dry kitchen area. Mama screamed again when the lizzie tried to run.

I took the broom from mama’s hands and I did the job. I swept it and pressed it hard, to ensure that it didn’t get away. Aiks, I guess I did it a little with too much force, I broke its’ tail. Oooppsss…..

Anyway, we finally got it out to the dry kitchen and papa came to the rescue. He caught it with a plastic bag in his hand and got rid of it.

I told mama: “Why are you so afraid? You are bigger than the lil lizzie. Who is more scared of who?”

Mama burst out laughing and I walked back to my room………………….