I wanted to kill Lizzie!

Now before you jump to any conclusions, let me make it clear that this is not some stupid murder mystery that I concocted. Lizzie refers to the lizard I killed. Rather I should say, I wanted to kill. I don't think any living creature disgusts me more than lizards. I don't know if it is because of the dirty yellow colour, or the bulging eyes,  or the crawly way in which it moves. I just despise them!!!!!

My dislike for lizards dates back to the time when I was at school. Back then I was an early riser. Anyone who knows me well will find it incredible. ME!! An early riser?? No way! A person who religiously follows Mr Owls sleeping habits could never have been an early riser. But incredible as it may sound its true, When I was at school I woke up with Mr Rooster's call. A few years later I found out that Mr Rooster tastes better than he sounds. So without discussing more about my eating or sleeping habits I'll continue talking about lizards.

I was in the habit of taking a bath early in the morning before leaving for school.  On a chilly December morning, after taking my routine bath I was lazing on the chair when the catastrophe occurred. POP! A lizard fell on my head! Nothing worst can happen to you on a cold day. I had to shampoo my hair. Hence I was in a cranky mood. I got dressed up for school and just as I was leaving another lizard jumped down. Thankfully, this time it didn't land on any part of my body, but still I got an urge to stamp it. Although I resisted the urge, but a feeling of enmity got rooted in my heart.During my college days the very sight of the creature bothered me. Every night before I went to sleep I made sure no lizard was lurking in the corners.

A while ago I was watching the Christian Bale and Gerrard Butler starrer "Reign of fire". A few minutes to the climax and a small lizard landed just beside my laptop. The disturbance angered me immensely and I decided it was time to teach little Lizzie a lesson. I fetched a long and thick register and smacked it with all my power. The little devil escaped alive but left behind it's tail. Autotomy! Strange how one can never remember these words in biology exams but they flash into your mind immediately when its no use.  I wanted to kill it but I wasn't going to pause the movie for the effort. Anyway, I believe a lost tail is punishment enough and decided not to look for Lizzie.