Crawly things freak me out.

I am a world of contradictions …… but then it keeps everyone amused, so at least its useful.

We just wrangled a very large, unimpressed … but quite healthy ……. blue tongue lizard, into the front yard.  He had taken residence in our garden shed, but our savage guard dogs (read bath mat sirens) were highly unimpressed with his presence.    Hubby had moved all the stuff around to uncover him, but when he went to grab him, discovered his garden gloves (donned in the event of biting) were too unweildy to get a good grip.   I had my thinner gloves on, and so reached down and grabbed little blue.  He was a very strong boy, and we proceeded to move him around to the front (dog free) garden.

All was ok, until we shifted a block of wood to barricade the gate again.  Underneath was a host of brown crawlies ……. and I responded with a suitable girly scream.

So there you go.  I will happily pick up a 35cm scaly thing that might bite ….. but crawly things freak me out.