guilty murder

That lizard actually came back (I didn't seal him off after all) and darted towards my bathroom at about 5 that morning. I sprung up, got a plastic container in hand, and my clobex spray in the other (it's a potent spray you use on rashes...it burns like hell). Turned on the bathroom light and sprayed that sucker. It spazzed out like CRAZY, I screamed, it squirmed down the wall, I trapped it. And here's the fast mofo:

Isn't he so disgusting-looking! Then I sat on my toilet...looking at this thing, and then was come over with a feeling of guilt. I wrote a poem:

You can stay frozen for so long It's because you know the end is near You have the sudden realization You're trapped, you can't escape, You search for everything, anything to free you But all you can do is look out through false freedom of plastic. I've trapped you. I'm your master now. I have control over your life.

That made me feel a little better. The next day it was dead...in the exact same position.