Tuesday, 6 May 2008
Sid's back. And I am in a state of shock. This time he's slithered in through the back door and nestled into my black living room rug. To get him out of my house, and my life, I had to get him up and over the back door step. This is yards and yards away. I got a hooked stick and tried to lift him forwards but he leapt into the air wriggling, squirming, glistening and landed further into the room.
I am yelling in fright and screaming at him to 'Get out!'
Then it got worse. As I lunged at him with my stick his tail fell off - and there were two of them. Sid and his separated tail both wriggling at the same time. Perfectly synchronised. Oh this is a nightmare.
I eventually hooked Sid and got him out through the door and threw him with such force he's halfway up the garden now. But the tail was losing strength. I now know that Sid wrenched his own tail off as a distraction while he hoped to make his escape. It wriggled independently for a while, weakened, then flopped right outside the back door and went still.
I am shaking now. I can hardly type.
Such a lovely day and I was about to sit outside in the May sunshine but I can't. He's there. Him and his tail. Waiting for me.