“Ok, who put the lizard in my truck?!?”
…Not a sentence I ever wanted to say as I drove down the road. Or ever, for that matter.
It was Duchess who, in her sweet 5-year-old voice, had called to me from the third row, “Mom, there is a dead lizard over here.” The next few minutes were a chaotic bundle of boys trying to strain their necks to see, and those who were too far away begging their sister to describe, in detail, what she saw (based on her descriptions, I determined that whatever it was that she saw was indeed dead).
I interrupted the excitement with a repeat of my question, “WHO PUT A LIZARD IN THE TRUCK???” Silence fell over the voices, and it was unclear if it was because of innocence or a fear of self-incrimination.
Thankfully, we were close to our destination where I was able to investigate for myself. The “dead lizard” was, in fact, two very dead, dried up salamanders in a cup holder next to the third row.
How does that even happen?
As of yet, no one has taken responsibility for the demise of said “lizards.”
The good news is I believe I have found the source of the smell in my truck.
