George is back. You know...George the Giant Lizard a/k/a Godzilla Jr. We hadn't seen him since he tried to be a houseguest a few weeks ago but apparently he didn't go far when he bolted from the patio after that encounter.
We'd been in yard working all day. Mowing, edging, trimming, weeding...the whole shebang. Between the rains and road trips, it was seriously in need of some TLC. We'd managed to keep up with the mowing but hadn't either had the time or had the weather cooperate to do much more. Happily, it looked much neater and tidier by nightfall.
But in the midst of it all, I headed for the garage to put the string trimmer away. As I rounded the side of the house, our scaly friend was waiting just a few feet inside the open garage door. Oh, no you don't! I hollered as I started toward him. But he did anyway. Like an ornery two-year-old who knows what he's doing is wrong and does it anyway, the lizard made a beeline for the back of the garage. I swear there was a smile on his little red face as he turned to see if I was following. I was but I might as well have saved my time. He soon disappeared first under one thing and then under another. I beat and banged around on everything in the corner but failed to roust the reptile.
When I shared this event with my better half, his response was that having a lizard in the garage was actually a good idea. He'd eat bugs. Never mind that everything I open the door to go out there, I'll be cutting my eyes in every direction looking for him.
And to make matters worse, Wayne said he saw two of these lizards scurrying across the grass while he was mowing. George and Georgette, perhaps? I just hope there aren't any Georgie-Porgies out there. I suppose watching for a lizard is better than watching for the big snake Wayne saw at the edge of the flowerbed a few days ago. Oh, wait...I'm watching for it too.