Lizards for co-workers

A few nights ago, when I was headed off to get some torching done, Greg said to me “Play nice with your co-workers”.  I thought, humm, have I developed multiple personalities?  “What?” I say to him.

He gives me his funny little grin and says “Play nice with the lizards”.

Oh, so the lizards are my co-workers now.  I see.  I give him one of my, you are a nut, but I am too nice to say it out loud looks, “okay”.

I wonder off to my studio, with him grinning at me.

So ya, we have lizards that live here.  Our studio has a couple of big windows that face the back yard and I torch at night.  Which means the lights are bright in my studio and the bugs like to fly around the windows, obviously drawn to the light.  This is where the lizards come in. Dinner time.

So as I am torching, I often see one or two lizards streaking past on the window toward what must be a bug of prey.  One of them has a white belly and I swear I get flashed a few times every night.  It can be a little distracting at first, seeing something move out of the corner of my eye.  Last night there were two of them running around.  Looked to me like they we teamed up, going after a moth.  How do I take all this in and still make those beads?   Beats me.

I have learned to expect to see those little guys each night.  If not, I start to wonder what happened to them.  Did I not get the memo it was a day off?  I also learned I have to be careful to close the screen door before I start working, otherwise the lizards like to actually hang out on the door and when I go outside to turn the propane off, they sometimes come in the studio.  We don’t want that.  The lizards are cool and all, but I sure don’t want them in the house.  I mean really when it is quiting time, I don’t want my co-workers going home with me.

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3 thoughts on “Lizards for co-workers

  1. lol Suzy, not yet, but I am sure that is next. I was just cleaning my beads and saw a tiny, tiny baby lizard scoot out under the door. Seems Greg has co-works too and didn’t tell me. Or maybe he doesn’t know.

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