i doubt this could save me 15%

i had use the toilet. so i walk into the bathroom and was greeted by a lovely, long-tailed wild lizard sitting his butt on our toilet paper roll. i swear he was ready to pounce on my face (lindsey lohan's "parent trap" evil step-mother image popped into my head at that moment) so naturally i ran the heck outta there and screamed for brandon's help.

of course as most big, burly men of his type tend to think that we women enjoy indulging ourselves in little fits of drama here and there, brandon muttered something under his breath to the effect of: it's just a lizard, what's the big deal?

the big deal, my dear husband, is that my toilet paper roll (nor any other surface in the comforts that i call "home") is not the place for a small reptile to set up shop. i suppose he understood this notion of mine without me actually verbalizing it, because he immediately strolled into the bathroom to rescue his damsel in distress.

when he finally caught hold of it, he had to make sure that he "didn't hurt it" and set it free out in our front yard. nice.

oh, but my story does not end there...no siree.

my to-do list for that same day (probably just hours after the last incident) included washing the dishes. so i began putting cans & bottles into our recycling bag, and emptying out half-filled cups in the sink...and what comes sliding out of one of ahonui's juice cups?

yeeeeah. (sorry for the graphic pic, but you had to see it to feel what i felt). again, my dear husband came to my rescue -- this time without so much drama. just a lot of shivers and squiggles and washing of my hands.