I came home after a very boring talk by my professor (what, hearing him three times a week isn't enough? we got guilt email so I signed up to make him feel better about himself - and he actually said it meant more to him that we his students were there than his colleagues or family - which is kinda messed up - but I digress)
I opened my backdoor and had to open up the screen to brush off the golden rain tree bugs that get through the huge gaps around the door. Something fell on my head. I don't think I screamed, but there was that quick reflex - it was a lizard. A big lizard. A huge lizard.
So there I am, with golden rain tree bugs on my hands and lizard on my head.
Yeah, I'm never alone in New Orleans.
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that is so cool...the boys' would have loved to have seen that lizard. enjoy the wild friends you have...giggle:)
Well, had that been a roach, and had that happened to me, I would have had a heart attack and DIED right there, or at the very least have to be hospitalized. And I'm not sure about these other bugs (golden rain something) you're talking about... but I'm sure I don't want to see them either. Being in N.O. my whole life I don't ever recall hearing that name. I wonder if we refer to them as something else.
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