Somewhere in my apartment is a lizard named Harold who is either hiding, wounded or dead. Whichever he is doing, he is doing it without a tail because when he ventured into my apartment, Cooper bit off his tail (which twitched for several minutes and freaked both of us out). His whereabouts are still unknown, despite my best efforts to clean, move furniture and vacuum nooks and crannies I didn’t even know existed.
In other news, the light is out in my bathroom and it’s one of those complicated built in light figures that I’m not really sure how to change. I’m a little bit leery of what my morning shower is going to be like…also, peeing in the dark is weird.