Bin there, done that

Are you sick of Hone yet? I am and I see no benefit in inflicting upon you another Fryday on him. Nor on Hone’s hero the great “freedom fighter” Osama Bin Laden. So we move on to someone of equal intelligence to them: the Helensville Lizard. Now, I am not freaked out by lizards or indeed any other so-called creepy-crawlies. Admittedly I don’t drool over them but I do admit a sneaking affections for the multitude of lizards that share my property in Helensville. One, and I can only assume it is the same one because all lizards (and Harawiras) look alike to me, even visits me regularly in my office. Imagine therefore my chagrin when yesterday, while doing a job for my charming wife (who looks nothing like a lizard), I inadvertently sucked one up in my Leaf vac. I saw it go and was momentarily conflicted as to whether I continue my task or set it aside to try and rescue the lil’ critter. I decided on the latter. I am delighted to state that I succeeded. My friend the lizard was recovered from the vacuum bag unhurt, and somewhat ungratefully I thought scuttled off into the protective foliage. But was it ungrateful? I have just seen a lizard come to my door and deposit a dead fly. A gift of gratitude perhaps? Unusual I would say from something that crawled out from under a rock. Perhaps I should ask Hone—he’d know.

----------------
Now playing: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Mr. Banker
via FoxyTunes