Going all girlie on him

I've never been much of a girlie girl. I am the one with the power tools and always driving a truck. I'm the authority in the household when stuff breaks. Like the sprinkler system, the garbage disposal, or the cable. I'm also the authority on the pets, reptiles included. What can I say, I was raised by my dad, the hubby was raised by his mom. And you can tell. We're in our late 30's now and he's just started to learn about cars. He changes the oil in both now and can do brakes too, I'm very proud of him. I learned how to do oil changes when I was 15 or 16, brakes when I was 21 or so. I think it'd be way cool to learn to drop a transmission or an engine but I haven't had the opportunity yet.

This past Sunday the honey decided to clean out the garage. We have very little stuff in our garage. It's not that big for a 2 car garage, you can barely open one side of doors on either car when they are both in there. We are big into the parking cars in the garage thing. This is Texas, it gets HOT outside. Most people in our hood don't, they fill their garage to the brim with stuff they will never ever use again. I don't get it but hey, it's their house. I had a 7 cu ft chest freezer in the back of our garage and we weren't using it so I sold it on Craig's List last week (LOVE Craig's List). This opened up a new space in the garage that we had been needing for awhile. You see the lawn mower never quite fit in there so it was basically left in between our cars and we had to squeeze around it to get into the house. Annoying as all get out.

So the freezer was sold and the hubby got all motivated on Sunday to 'clean out' the garage so we could rearrange. I say 'clean out' because, after all the reorganizing and deciding there was only one small trash bag of stuff to throw out. I told ya we don't have a lot of room in the garage after we put the cars in it. We did, however, relocate some of the stuff that was in there. When I say relocate I mean like from the right side to the left side, nothing exciting. What we did run into though was a little lizard, mediterranean gecko, whatever those clear-ish pink ones are. I wanted to catch it. My minion here at works collects them and feeds them to his snake so I thought we'd grab him one. Hubby was all game. He's a boy, it's how he spent his childhood I'm sure. Plus I'm also sure his mom wouldn't let him bring one into the house right?

Anyway we got a couple of plastic containers to round it up with and went at it. Those things are wiley aren't they? So there we were trying to catch it, it was in a bad spot so it had very little chance of getting away but it was trying it's damnedest, poor thing. The hubby hadn't caught one of these before so he tried to see of it was one of those that dropped it's tail right quick when you grabbed it. Sure enough, it was. Mind you I was never one of those kids that was all that fascinated with catching wildlife (yes, to me a lizard is wildlife). My parents were hippies and taught me at a young age to leave the outdoors the way it was when you got there. No killing or maiming of the wild life. So while I know that lizards drop their tails without hesitation I had never been privy to seeing it in real life. And can I just say I really don't ever ever need to see that again. I suppose what I was expecting was the tail to come off and just be this piece of tail. Sure, yeah that's totally what happened. NOT. That thing broke off and got all spazzy wiggly and flipped all over the place. And would not stop. It was disgusting! I got totally all girlie ew yuck gross on the hubby. He found it terrible amusing too. He was totally delighted. I don't think I've ever gone that girlie on him on the 20+ years we've known each other. And I gave birth in front of him for crying out loud. Those pics up top? No, not the one we busted. I was too freaked out to even take a picture. I think the hubby was having so much fun he was tempted to try and touch the tail to me. He would have died a horrible wailing death though so I think he thought better of it.

It was gross, that tail all wiggly and jiggly and no wonder boys love that shit, it's sooo nasty. I can handle all kinds of reptiles but no way am I ever going to go after a lizard again. Not until I buy myself a net. That's what I need for next time, a net....