This article describes how 1500 parakeets were rescued today from a 2-room apartment in Berlin.
I am getting the sneaky suspicion that a similar article will be written about a cozy gray house on the outskirts of Birmingham, Alabama, where 1500 lizards will be rescued. Or at least one sassy single white female rescued from the 1500 lizards.
I had another critter in my laundry room today. I conjured up every ounce of courage and screeched my way through 15 minutes of planning and plotting and executing how to move it from inside to outside. And I did it. I then cracked open two more sticky pads to place in the tiny space hoping to landmine the area for a future breaking & entering. The problem with that? I have gotten myself stuck on them twice so far and they are quite the sticky buggers. Plus, there is a picture of a mouse under the goo which keeps making me think there is a mouse stuck on it. (Albeit, it is a cartoon mouse who's one-dimensional.)
I think there is an intricate labyrinth of tunnels underneath my home where they are living like "The Littles." I loved "The Littles." I do not love lizards.