My sweet husband went to get some bread out of the bread basket the other day.
Not a big deal, right?
Don't forget whose house we are talking about.
The house that the dog likes to party in.
The house that the birds descend on-and in.
Now, getting bread should not provoke some movement in the basket, right?
Unless you are in our house, where, for some strange reason, outside creatures prefer the inside of our little abode.
Like this guy.
I did wonder what was more strange...
finding a lizard in your breadbasket or running like a madwoman to get the camera to take pictures of the lizard and show it to all your blog friends?
He really, really liked the basket.
Notice the tail? Or, rather, the missing tail?
We found it a few days later.
It was by the front screen door. Yep. We figured out he must have gotten in through the front door and was in between the screen and the door at the wrong time and off came his tail.
I hope he likes the back yard better.
I am off to the race this weekend. The water temperature is a whopping 66.9 degrees. Whooo hoo!
Have a great weekend!