It is Saturday morning, and a light rain is falling, so I thought it a great time to get some laundry done. I gathered everything up and headed to the garage. In Florida, it is common for the washer/dryer to be located outside the walls of the main living space – you will commonly find them in garages, carports, porches, even outside in a protective shed. That is just the way it is down South.
I was successful in placing the first load in the machine and returned to the house for other morning chores. Pearl Bailey was waiting for her morning kibble and Ella was not far behind even though still upstairs with the Professor.
A short while later, I returned to the washer to begin the switch routine. When I opened the lid, I let out a startled scream and Pearl Bailey came running. There was a lizard in the washing machine! And he apparently survived the agitator. Well, what happened next was unbelievable. Pearl Bailey, presumably under the impression her ‘meal ticket’ was being murdered, raced into the garage where I was standing, and the lizard leaped from the washer down onto Pearl Bailey’s back. PB leaped around like a bucking bronco, knocking the laundry basket over and nearly trampling me trying to get the hell out of Dodge. This squirming, gyrating pirouette went on for what seemed like minutes when the lizard leaped off and onto the Professor’s prized possession – his Tesla! I caught Pearl Bailey by her collar in mid-leap and averted her contact with the car or the offending lizard. We were both panting, and I don’t know about Pearl Bailey, but my heart was certainly pumping!
Sanity having been restored and the laundry successful switched, PB and I went back into the house to see if the Professor was ready for his coffee. I can tell you one thing; I was certainly ready for a second cup! Now, if you think I was going to share this little incident with the Professor over breakfast, you would be dead wrong! This little episode will be going down as unknown until eternity!
So that’s a Saturday morning down here on the Suncoast, folks! I swear, “you can’t make this sh*t up!”
Or can you?