Missin' Lizzy

Ever been worried about a lizard? Ever paced the house at night looking for hide or hair of the god-forsaken creature? Ever left the kitchen windows open, so that she could get back inside? Ever wondered if birds eat lizards and pluck them from window sills? Well then, you haven't met Lizzy.

She has been behaving like a recalcitrant child or rather a teenager. Out till all odd hours of the night. Invisible during the day. Unwilling to come out of her hiding place till I'm at home. If I didn't know better, I would bet that she was put on earth for the sole purpose troubling me.

Why does she matter? Well, where else would I find a patient ear to talk to without the reciprocal advice? Someone who does not find the TV more interesting than me? Who does not judge me, my appearance, my moods or my cooking? Who does not have moods of her own? And who keeps the environs lively with all the prancing around the walls?

Pity, there isn't any agency that traces missing house lizards. Poirot, Sherlock, Marple, are you listening?