You are the alligator lizard who came into my house! I adore all lizards, except your kind because your tail is basically a snake. You are 18 inches long—half of it tail. So gross. I tried to show you the door, but you disappeared under the couch. My friend said to get a cricket for you to chase. A cricket? Where am I going to get a cricket? Then I’ll have two unwanted creatures as housemates. Another friend said to leave a trail of lettuce toward the door, but I don’t have lettuce. I’m so afraid I’ll step on you, and you’ll squish and I’ll fall. Or you will slither over my foot. . . . It’s been five days now, and I haven’t seen you since I offered you a chance to exit. I continue to leave the door open, but at this point, I’m not sure whether it’s so you’ll leave or come back inside.
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