There’s a Critter in my Box

Sigh.

That little critter spent two days hanging out in my file folder – holder.  I had been in and out of the mesh box I don’t know how many times before I finally saw it. Fortunately, it was very still and didn’t do anything to startle me.  We spent those two days just sort of hanging out. I introduced it to my coworkers on the second day.  They weren’t all that impressed.

I, on the other hand, felt much like I did when I was a wee little tot adopting stray animals that happened to show up in my sphere of play.  There was a wild hedgehog, a string of feral cats, numerous caterpillars…I’d name them, talk to them, leave food for them.  The hedgehog earned me a trip to the doctor as I developed a skin rash from the handling of it.

I was a wild animal whisperer back in the day. I picked up and petted a baby diamond back rattler once and had a small bear stand on me on two separate summer camping excursions.  The feral cats NEVER bit or scratched me; they let me pet them, they let me feed them and one even let me pick it up. I pet that poor hedgehog into bad health probably as I was fascinated with the feel of it’s quills. Hence the skin rash.  I talked a squirrel out of the tree in a public park. That time I did get bit as it crept up to me, thinking I had some food in my hand. It grabbed my hand and took a nip of my pinky. Bled like the dickens and thanks to my sister’s overreaction, had me taking another trip to the hospital in fear of a potential bout of rabies. Fortunately, the doctor was less afraid and so cleaned the bite and sent me home with a stern warning to leave those wild animals alone.

Aside from the *shudders* spiders of late, this little lizard is the first truly wild critter to make itself at home so close to me.

I don’t mind really. I’ve named it George.

Hope you’re having a nice weekend.

Sending love and light…and the love of random critters.

Dana