Here's what happened...
So, I'm about to get into the shower the other night, but first I needed to do a little pre-shower peeage. So, I flip the lid up, and look down to see my worst fear staring back up at me from the bottom of the pooper. I'm so glad I saw it before squatting.
"So what did you do, Valerie?" you ask. "Great question," I respond.
Well, first I screamed a few words that won't be repeated here, then I grabbed a shoe from my closet (you know, in case it decides to leap from the bottom of the bowl onto my naked body), then what else? Grab my camera, of course. I snapped these shots with just my right hand leaning over the toilet, and the rest of my body as far away as I could possibly make it. Then I flushed it, and prayed... "Dear Lord, please let that little lizard go somewhere far away into the pipes and never come back."
After doing the "heebie-jeebies" dance a few times (you know the one), I got in the shower and worried the whole time that somehow he was going to find his way through the pipes and jump through the shower head. Additional irrational thoughts followed for the next few hours, and still occur everytime I take a seat. Not gonna lie, I've mostly just been hovering for fear that he'll come back... and this time, he'll probably be a little upset with me for the whole flushing-him-down-the-toilet thing. But maybe not... it could have been like a fun water slide. Luckily, I'll never know.
