I live with a lizard. It clicks its tongue when i am annoying. Absolute silence, i hear, otherwise. It moves too fast and unexpectedly; or just stays there, often incognito in the brown of my wardrobe door.
We fear each other. It is too reptilian for me and i am too huge for it. I wield sticks.
It is comfortable with my refusing insects for a snack. It does not like chocolates, i am glad.
It is staring at me now, like it always does.
The lizard shall blog about me tomorrow.Do read.