I tell you, I am having nightmares lately.
Earlier this week, I was in my sewing studio with the door open. It was such a lovely afternoon, and I love sitting at my sewing machine and being able to gaze out on the garden. The weather has cooled down dramatically, so I didn't need to have the door shut and the air conditioner on.
So, what wanders in but a teeny tiny lizard. About three inches long, maybe four. EEEEEEK. I don't handle anything reptilian very well. Ozzie and Remy came running and chased the poor little creature into a corner between the wall and my bookcase. The opening was too narrow for either of them to get at the lizard, thank goodness. For it's sake anyway. I guess.
I tried using my broom to encourage it to run out, but no luck. Finally I just turned off the lights and shut the door and went upstairs, leaving the lizard in there.
When Sara arrived to pick up Eva, I made her go down and check it out and see if she could chase it back outside. She nonchalantly informed me that it was no where in sight and probably got out under the door. What? How could it do that? I was not convinced. Besides, the idea of reptiles being able to come and go at will underneath the door to my sewing studio was a bit much for me to swallow.
For the past two nights I have had nightmares that I open my stash cupboard, and the lizard which had been feasting on fabric for two days, had grown into a Komodo Dragon. BLAAHHHH. It sticks its head out at me, mouth open to bite off my head.
Somebody please tell me that can't happen. Or I will never be able to use my studio again.