Embrace change… don’t complain about something changing because its unfamiliar
So, just a few days ago I stepped out of the shower and walked into my room. As usual I dried my hair with a towel, put on some deodorant and went on to wear my jeans; as I pull up the fly I hear this high pitched squealing sound accompanied by a wiggling sensation around my left knee. I start freaking out and kicking my left leg vigorously while trying to take off my jeans, eventually the thing starts sliding down to my foot, I can feel it, one last kick and it goes flying into my bedspread, I don’t get a good look at it but I know its some kind of lizard. I try to find it and I finally see it so I swat it off and it falls in between the mattress and the box where it tries to hide from me. I lift the mattress and there it is, looking at me like I owe him something. I grabbed the ‘Game Informer’ magazine that was lying on my bedroom floor among all the other crap, rolled it up and gave the lizard a whack: it stopped moving. I finally put on some shorts and a T-shirt, walked out to the kitchen and told my mom that there is a lizard in my room. She asked me if I had killed it yet, I told her I that I didn’t think it was dead even though I whacked it with a magazine. She suggested I try killing it with Raid; unfortunately we only had raid for Cockroach and ants but I figured it would still make the lizard woozy enough that it would not try to run while I was scooping it up with a dust pan. I finally scooped it up so it was lying on its back, speed-walked to the front door and flung it across into the bushes. Bye Bye Mr. Lizard in my pants…
This is a true story.