The stupid thing is still in my house, crawling on my things and creeping me out. Here are the happenings in bullet-point form:
- Matt has still never seen the skink. We’re not sure if this is because A) Matt is much scarier than I am or B) Skinks aren’t nocturnal and Matt’s really only here in the evening or C) Matt goes a huntin’ with Liam and Liam is loud and skinks don’t like the loud.
- I have now had three separate sightings from halfway beneath furniture.
- I no longer watch television in our family room during the day because I can feel his beady little eyes on me the whole time.
- I have seen several (phantom?) skinks upstairs but Matt thinks I’m making them up (and maybe I am).
- I have mistaken the drawstring on several different pairs of pants (yes, I have multiple pairs of drawstring pants that make an appearance on a regular basis) to be a vicious skink coming to eat my face off by crawling up my leg.
- Matt killed a cricket in the workout room last night and (as happens fairly regularly around here) left it on the floor. When we were skink hunting a few minutes ago there was one leg at one end of the room and one leg at the other and no body anywhere to be found.
So what do we do now? How in the world are we supposed to get an animal who is very quick and scared of humans to come to us so we can put him in a box and release him back to his kind in the backyard?
If I see the thing upstairs I’m seriously moving out and if I ever see a picture like this with my child,
someone will pay.
I can totally see Liam picking one up.