I could have posted about our weekend in Cavite, our not-so-Halloweenish holiday, some DIY projects, and many other topics that’s been looming in my mind for weeks, but no. I was stunned, frightened, and surprised by this guy:
Meet Nestor. Yes. He has a name. Husband dearest was kind enough to christen this critter with a respectable name. Nestor (Or Nesty. I know. Mike even gave him a nickname) has been crawling on our ceiling for weeks now and has even claimed our pantry for its residence. I do not know how he got inside our unit but he did.
Before I continue Nesty’s tale, let me tell you a fact about myself. I hate, despise, abhor, detest, loathe two of Mother Nature’s offspring: frogs and lizards. These two make my beautiful, perfect world not so perfect. An encounter with any of their kind is an absolute nightmare. I can take roaches, mice, worms, but not these two. Regardless of size, color, appearance, and nationality, these two are tied on the top of my most-hate-living creature- list.
I remember an encounter with a frog when my sister and I went to visit my father’s grave. My mom leaves a clay vase there so we can put flowers in it. It just rained so I was pretty sure there was a sneaky frog inside the vase. I asked my sister to turn the pot over just to be sure it’s empty. I was about twenty feet away when I was giving her instructions. The vase was empty. When we started sweeping the fallen leaves, out came an ugly brown frog, jumped my way, and in nanoseconds I was again twenty feet away screaming my lungs out.
Back to Nestor. I was cooking and was returning some condiments in our pantry when this sinister little creature said hello. Naturally I freaked out. It’s not the payatot (scrawny) kind of lizard. He’s quite plump which makes it more gross. I shudder every time I hear its ticks. I do not know if I can stick my hand in the pantry anymore because I am afraid Nesty will jump on me. Crazy, I know. If that DOES happen, all hell will break lose.
I asked Mike to take a photo of Nesty and while I am uploading its photo, I still cringe. This is a cry for help. Does anyone out there know how to get rid of it? I do not want it killed. I just want to shoo it away. It’s enough that I deal with the pint-size bugs and some ants. Mike will probably hate me for shooing it away especially now that it has a name, but I just cannot stand it. So please, please tell me how we can make Nesty pack its things and leave our peaceful home.