the lizards are breeding in my kitchen cabinets.

Stop yourself now, I'm too tired to write anything interesting. And too tired to keep quiet. Friday night and I'm intentionally at home, watching movies, curled like dead weight on the couch. Exhausted from hours of teaching old folks to play Tetris, testing their memories, and today: patting their backs while they puke after our driving simulator. Oh, research is so much cooler than you ever imagined. If I'd known they hand out PhDs for washing plastic buckets, I'd have left the caregiving racket years earlier and saved myself some time.

Moments ago, I discovered ANOTHER baby lizard darting across my couch. I've seen them on the wall, the stairs, under the sink... I'd be creeped out if I wasn't already resigned to existence in Florida, Wildlife Adventureland. Rather than spend the few useful seconds he was in sight catching him in a cup and maybe saving him, I chased him around with a camera:



He's still behind the couch somewhere. Welcome to my home, little critter. Don't let Shaniqua eat you like she does the cockroaches, and my food when I'm not looking (Bad combination).

Speaking of whom: yes, you read correctly. She's eating. Those of you who've heard my loud laments these past weeks, I correct myself. Shaniqua is not going to die. She's back to following me around the house every morning, sluttily pretending to love me for food, then wolfing it (ignoring me of course) as soon as she gets it. She's been through a lot lately, and my hating on her for the first month here probably didn't help. (I just don't feel like cuddling a cat when I want to jump off a cliff myself. Sorry Shnekers.) Anyway, looks like the panicked excess of love brought her back around. To make up for weeks of shoving her off my lap, here's a pictorial tribute to my visibly perked-up ittle trooper:

Looking out the back window, hunting lizards with mind bullets

She's not the stealthiest of stalkers.

All you need is love. :)

I wish I had time to lounge this much.