YIKES! I was totally, completely, utterly, ultimately disgusted by what happened yesterday!!!... Guess what. A lizard leaped, from i think outside, and landed on my forearm like nobody's business. TOTALLY DISGUSTING. I screamed by lungs out until my parents--mum engrossed in tv, dad engaged in his newspapers turned ard, had a shock of their lives and thought what happened. (I didn't know my voice cld be that high pitched=P). Pple who know me know that I am lizard-phobic. And to have such a horrible creature attach comfortably like a leech ON MY FOREARM just ARGH ARGH...Indescribable. Darn it. You have no idea abt the recollections following that traumatic incident. *Nightmare*

My first reaction: Run to the kitchen and scrub myforearm skin off. Grimacing like mad what just happened. Scrubbed and scrubbed (like a rubber ducky) like i've never bathed my forearm before in my life. Then I walked back to my seat and gawked at jamie oliver cook a scrumptious meal of green veges--nth went into my puny little head. I just stared at the tv, dumbfounded. Then 2nd reaction: I walked briskly into the kitchen AGAIN and washed my forearm AGAIN. This time harder than before. If my forearm wasn't attached to my right hand, I wld have chopped it right away. I mean it. Still not satisfied with the wash up, i returned to my seat and stared at the tv again--absorbing nth but how that disgusting brown creature was on my hand for 1s (which seemed like eternity--i can still recall that it felt cold--yucks) before I flabbergastedly swung it off--to lala land. Then i BEGGED my dad to walk to that particular place and finish off whatever i was doing--to close that condemned sliding door which I had previously opened to let the stupid bee in my house fly out. (it had flown into the kitchen, that's why i was where i was to close to the sliding door in the living) ARGH. ARGH ARGH ARGH. Now I am scarred for life because that slimy thing touched (no wait, it SAT on) me. ARGH. I swore never to touch that sliding door EVER AGAIN.