I grumbled a little bit, but acquiesced. It's kind of hard to feel for lizards after the first 20 the cats dragged in. I went back to the computer and Cliff watched Penelope play.
The lizard disappeared for a bit. Then Cliff said, "There it is! Oh wait, that's a different one." As long as Cliff disposes of the little lizard corpses, I don't care. Husbands are in charge of bug and lizard disposal.
Then I hear Cliff go, "Oh! Ew. At least I know where the first one went."
I tried again. "Penelope's not eating them, is she?"
Cliff looks at me. "I wasn't going to tell you."
Alarmed, I said,"She's gonna get sick!"
"Do you really think this is the first time she's eaten one?"
I pondered that. Then I decided to post about it in lieu of pondering it further.