
After we dropped Jeremy off at the airport, Jillian and I went to the pet store to get a pinky mouse for Zorro the lizard. This is normally a Daddy job. We got home and I tilted the box so that the cute-little-pink-baby mouse fell into the cage. (There was NO way I was going to touch it.) Zorro got all excited (of course) and immediately came out to eat the poor thing. I was crying and pleading with Zorro to wait until Jillian and I left the room to eat his dinner. Thankfully, Zorro's eyesight is not the best, he stepped right over the little guy and started making a lap around the cage. I quickly put the lid on, grabbed up Jillian and went upstairs for bathtime. When I came back down, almost an hour later, Zorro was a stuffed, sleepy lizard. And I was very grateful to have missed the entire thing.
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