Every
morning I wake up, I have a routine. First thing I do is kiss my son a
good morning and make sure he is properly snuggled inside the soft
comforter. The next thing on my mind would be the frightening thought of
where the psychotic lizard be, waiting in my bathroom to throw me into a
fit.I would take a few minutes after I turn the lights on and come to a
consensus as to where he is hiding that day.Once I search all the usual
places and confirm that he is not around, I would peacefully finish my
bathroom duties and my day would start. Why is it that a lizard creates
such panic in my mind? I am capable of going through the pain of
plucking my hair one by one in order to shape my eyebrows. I am willing
to sit through a session of applying hot wax on my hands and rip the
hair out of its follicles and still enjoy the music playing in the
background. But why should a tiny lizard put me threw so much pain each
day?
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