Today we mourn the death of yet another of our squishy friends, Mr Lizard No256.
The wretched creature was found squashed between the door and the door frame, once again. My door has been anointed with lizard juices, once again.
I dare not walk through that doorway, once again.
squish, squish, squish.
Look what you are stepping on.
ooooh.
Rubbery.
I love adding the occasional excitement to your otherwise drab and boring life.
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