Larry, the Lounge Lizard, is less a houseguest and more a scaly, cold-blooded overlord. This isn’t some metaphorical “lounge lizard” we’re talking about; it’s a genuine reptile who, against all odds and common sense, has declared our sunroom his personal five-star resort. He’s not just a squatter; he’s the Freeloader-in-Chief, boldly flaunting his presence.
Larry’s routine is remarkably consistent. Mid-morning, when the sun just right, he makes his grand entrance, scurrying in with an air of entitlement that would make a rock star blush. He meticulously inspects every lounging option before settling on the prime spot on the couch – usually the one with the best view of the driveway and any potential visitors.
Once he’s settled in, he’s the picture of reptilian relaxation. Eyes half-closed, He truly embodies the spirit of a professional loafer. He’s not bothering anyone; he’s just… being Larry.
The Great Larry Eviction
Catching him, however, is another story. He’s quick to scurry away the moment we approach, catching net in hand. Our only successful strategy for a Larry-free sunroom involves a full-scale operation: we haul the entire couch outside, then “shake, rattle, and roll” all the cushions until he finally makes a dash for cover across the deck. Only then can we quickly bring the couch back inside and seal the doors tight.
Some days it truly feels like he’s not a guest; he’s a new, demanding family member who’s completely in charge. We haven’t chosen him; we’ve been chosen. The sunroom is no longer ours; it’s emphatically his, and we’re just living in it.
chase Larry? think again ….
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