The Tail of Thin Lizzy

If I've said it once, I don't remember, but here's a sentiment I fully embrace after yesterday's latest indoor adventure: It takes a shtetl to capture a lizard. How the tiny reptilly made its way inside the SJG Palatial Estate without alerting the Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage, I can't say. I can only speculate that Thin Lizzy's camouflage cred played a part. At first, I mistook the micro-mini menace for a strip of plastic on the bamboo floor, but as I bent down to pick it up, it crawled under a table and hid like a pro. "Come out, you," I ordered. I'm pretty sure Lizzy rolled her eyes at me. Then longtime hubby got involved, grabbing his go-to in these frightening situations, the pool skimmer. Initial attempts to scoop up the speedy interloper flopped. And then, the lovely daughter-in-law took charge, capturing Lizzy with her dainty fingers, plopping her, unharmed, into the skimmer net and quickly releasing her into the wilds of the backyard to be free again. Peace returned to the palace in time for everyone to take a much-deserved nap.