The Third Lizard in My House

The lizards (or are they geccos?) in Louisiana have probably been one of the most surprising instances of culture shock. My housemate found the first lizard (try to control your gag reflex) when he was getting a glass of water one night and turned on the tap. "Oh!" he motioned toward our sink which was filled with dirty dishes. "I just turned on the water."

I walked into the kitchen and saw this translucent, mottled creature looking up at me. "Holy shit! Did that just crawl out of our drain?"

Yeah, it had crawled out of our drain. A rat or an army of sewer cockroaches would've grossed me out less. "Tobin. Kill it. Please" He didn't kill it though, he herded it onto a rolled up magazine and let it go outside. But that convinced me that we must be the most disgusting people ever... The second lizard was a bright, translucent violet, and was perched (upside down) on the screen door in the kitchen. It scurried into the house after me when the door banged shut.

So...this is the third and much cuter lizard--not sure how it got into the house. I could love this lizard like a really cute kitchen mouse.