There's a lizard in my backyard. I call him Sunny. I have to watch my step so as not to crush him when I get to a certain section of stairs. Yesterday I had to do the jig to avoid him. I came real close to ending Sunny's life. "Sunny, you fool!" I said in anger. My neighbor happened to be outside and she heard me. It was one of those awkward moments I couldn't explain away.
I thought I'd try to clarify it to her so she wouldn't think I was talking to myself. I played the scenario over in my head. I was going to tell her that I was talking to a lizard, and that I almost stepped on him. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that trying to explain the situation was a bad idea.
I saw my neighbor gently close the front door behind her. She thought I was bananas. I kind of look bananas; my hair is getting long and my beard is wayward.
I thought I'd try to clarify it to her so she wouldn't think I was talking to myself. I played the scenario over in my head. I was going to tell her that I was talking to a lizard, and that I almost stepped on him. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that trying to explain the situation was a bad idea.
I saw my neighbor gently close the front door behind her. She thought I was bananas. I kind of look bananas; my hair is getting long and my beard is wayward.
