August 5th, 2013

Fernley House

Bad George

I have written before of George the Sagebrush Lizard who lives around Fernley House. Yesterday morning, while we were in the living room getting ready for our trip to Reno, Lisa looked over my shoulder and looked (to me) horrified. I jumped; she calmed me down and pointed to the fireplace. Sitting on the little carpet that sits in front of the fireplace (so sparks don't damage the actual carpet) was a very fat-looking George.

"Bad George!" I said. "No lizards in the house!" But how to get him out? The last time this happened I ended up with a lizard bouncing off me.

As I moved toward George, he ran for the front door, but the door was not open, and George went into the corner trying to figure out what to do. I opened the door part way, got a broom, and shooed George back outside. I would have taken a picture, but my camera phone isn't good for this sort of shot and I wasn't going to get the good camera for this.

It's not that these lizards are dangerous: I like having them around the property to eat insects; I just don't want them in the house.