I thought that it was gross that La Petite Belle came into the kitchen with a disgustingly, decomposing, dead lizard this morning …


until I realized that the dead lizard was lying next to dog vomit. I think Roxy Belle tried to have a little lizard snack and it must have upset her stomach. At this point, I think we’ve hit our grossness limit for a while. When you think poopy diapers are the end, they’re not. 
Our yard is like a Sandals resort for lizards. The fact that La Petite Belle even picked the thing up with her bare hands just amazed me. GROSS! I told her that it was gross as she just swung the thing around in her hand. One minute she’s asking if she can wear lip gloss to church and the next minute she’s toting around dead lizards.