Sometime late last week, the cats chased a giant skink lizard into my office. Giant is not an exaggeration. These things are usually pretty small, smaller than my little finger once they've dropped their tails. But this motherfucker was like a dinosaur skink. Longer than my whole hand even after he had dropped his arse.
The cats were running around the office, going berserk, trying to catch him, so I put them out and tried to convince my new office buddy that he might be happier outside in the garden. He was having none of it. He kept darting from one hiding place to the next. Eventually I gave up and went back to work, thinking, “Well the cats will flush him out eventually and then it will be a lot easier to get rid of him cos he’ll be full of holes and moving slower.”
Yeah, nah, not so much.
Over the weekend, he died somewhere in the office, and his rotting carcass was large enough that I can smell it every time I come in. But do you think I can actually find it? No, of course, I can't. The office smells like a lizard abattoir and I'm not quite sure how I'm going to locate this thing. The best I can hope for is that eventually, some ants turn up to feast on the body, and I can use them to locate it. Until then, I've been living in a cloud of Glen 20