The Lizard Tragedy.

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With summer come many other things, wanted or otherwise.And one of the most unwanted are the creepy crawlies that are sure to creep out and crawl about. These, however, are essential in creating comic episodes around our place as none of us and when I say "none" I mean literally , like not even our mom, can stand them. And though we may bear every other kind with enough dignity and composure what we cannot tolerate at any rate is the notorious "lizard".

Awkward as it may sound, it is an accepted notion in our family that the lizard tribe has made it a point to send a couple of their tribesmen over to our place every summer and so, every year we dread the prospect of having to encounter the evil thing which comes for its annual inspection within the months of June and August without fail.

This year was no exemption but instead of just two of them coming over we've already had to face four ! Four! and it's only the 1st of July! Their visits are in no way ordinary and I must therefore stress upon the chaotic scene which is repetitive for each visit.

Having sighted the beast, the unfortunate member will definitely let out the most piercing scream and begin to run as far away as possible. This reaction coupled with the horrified countenence is in itself sufficient to convey the fact that the "thing" has finally arrived. After enquiring into its whereabouts and its shape and size, my mother and I, with laudable bravery make our way to where all our cleaning agents are placed, all the while eyeing side ways and cunningly aware of the slightest movement. Having armed ourselves with anything useful and that "anything" ranges from bottles of "Vim", "Clorox", and any other cleanining agent and insect spray we make our way towards our target. On having located it we then let our spirits and the nozzles (of the bottles,ofcourse)loose as we spray it and drench the helpless thing until the bottles are almost finished. We get even more frantic at the slightest attempt of the lizard to get away.Then we stand and watch as it slithers helplessly in the vast puddle of mainly clorox until all movement ceases and it is pronounced dead.
Finally, having done our duty we then retire to our daily pursuits, not at all going near the area of the dead until our maid cleans up the place. In the event of our not being successful, our maid is employed with the task of hunting the thing down and killing it which after all is more important than any other kind of work for until that deadly and noble task is accomplished our souls may never be able to rest in peace while we "know" that danger lurks....

P.s though the best way to kill lizards may not be the way "we" do it, it surely helps in getting the job done and I must give clorox all the credit.