And The Reason Is You ...

In my previous post, I mentioned that I'm mourning the death of Lizzy. Well, as some of you may have surmised by now, Lizzy is ... urrrmmm ... I mean was a lizard. I can already picture what you guys are thinking. That Spiff fellow must really be losing it. Maybe all that time spent as an egg yolk must have got his brains scrambled.

But Lizzy was our resident lizard, one of the many that roams the house eating all the insects off the walls. Now I'm not really fond of lizards cos they most of the time leaves their dropping all over the area rugs in my hall but this Lizzy fellow has a habit of scaring the crap out of me at times and just loves to roam our walls at night as we watch TV. And no Rozella, I'm not even going to try explaining to you how I know Lizzy is a male lizard ... hahaha!

And over time I got used to seeing the bum pop his head out like some predatory lizard from prehistoric times. So I named him Lizzy. Now don't ask me how I knew this was the same lizard cos all lizards look alike but I just knew, ok! And it got to a point that even Mrs. Spiff would sometimes see Lizzy and go,

'Woi Spaceman, there's your lizard buddy peeping at you again' ... LOL!

Then last Saturday, tragedy happened. If you've been following that Nick fellow's blog, you'll know that the house was attacked by termites, the store room to be more specific. And in the process of using up an entire can of insect repellent to blast those termites in the store room, I happen to not notice that Lizzy was there in the room with me. By the time I was finished spraying, I saw Lizzy walking around groggily trying to get out of the fumes.

But alas, it was too late, he must have inhaled a little too much for his tiny body to sustain and eventually he died. Mrs. Spiff helped to bring him outside with a dustpan ... I wasn't going to touch the fellow okay, I may have had a soft spot for Lizzy but I'm still a chicken when it comes to creepy crawlies and all that. I thought the fresh air might help but no such luck. He wasn't moving by then. I tried spraying some water on him (and probably drowned the bugger) but he still remained motionless ... sigh ... He was dead as a duck by then.

Now you see why I've declared war on those pesky termites. Because of them I ended up killing poor Lizzy unintentionally. If it wasn't for them, Lizzy would still be roaming around the walls today. Damn you miserable termites. I'm going to eradicate their entire species! By the time I'm through, termites will be categorized under the extinct vermins category! I shall avenge you Lizzy or my name is mud!

Urmmm ... I think I better post this now or one of you guys are probably going to report me to the loony bin department or something ... LOL!