It was 10:30 PM, you just finished your Zoom call with your colleague who lived two oceans away (because distributed working and timezones), the house was almost dark (“almost”, because there was still some lights from the kitchen,) and you walked to your front door to lock it.
Then you almost screamed because you freaking hate house lizards — add it with you being superstitious that stepping on house lizard, or having a house lizard fell on you, is deemed as bad luck AS IF ACCIDENTALLY STEPPED ON A LIZARD IS NOT BAD ENOUGH — but everyone in the house already fast asleep so you… just… ✨screaming in silence✨
The worst part?
The “lizard” is actually your kids’ toy.
A crocodile, even. From their zoo collections.