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So let me tell y'all why I hate Texas. And yes, I know I look crazy and I'm crusty because Alexa, what time is it? It's 5:12 AM. My bag got a little full. I had to go empty it. I get up, I'm sleepy, I can't see, I'm stumbling and I normally leave the lights off, but today this morning, I said, let me cut the light on. The bag is really full, right? I cut the light on. What do I see crawling up my wall in my bathroom? A baby lizard. How long has it been in here? When did it get in here? Are there a tribe of baby lizards? Did a mama lizard have baby lizards in my house? Is it just one? How did it get in here? Why is it in my bathroom? You want to know where the lizard is now? It's probably still in there because I'm gonna have to wait till my husband get home later today and handle that because I can't, I can't do reptiles. I can't do lizards, frogs, snakes. I can barely do dogs. I can barely do dogs. There's a baby lizard in my bathroom. And I'm scared. And I just hope he's able to find it when he gets home.
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