I suppose it was only a matter of time, but knowing it's going to happen eventually doesn't make it any easier when it does happen. After three and a half blissful months, my home has finally been invaded by its first lizard.

I hate lizards, and this unwelcome houseguest not only appears to have taken up residence behind my shoe cupboard(!), it won't leave no matter what I do! Even when I leave the front door wide open some four inches away. It simply scurries back behind the cupboard till the next time it surprises me when I walk in the front door.

Then...

I found another one! This time in my kitchen. Two lizards in a week! It was almost too much to handle, and my only consolation was these two were some of the smaller specimens I've seen and therefore don't evoke quite the same level of terror in me. Still, small lizards grow up to become big lizards, and then I really will have a problem.

I know I'm living in Malaysia, and house lizards are as common as people who don't use indicators when they drive, and it's not like I've never seen lizards in any of the previous houses I've stayed in... but somehow, it seems a lot freakier when it's in a house only two people live in. Jeepers, now I sound like the freak.