They say:
'Ignorance is bliss.'
I say:
'Amen to that! [To a certain extent]'
Sometimes it's better to remain blissfully unaware of things happening around us. Like yesterday when Lynette and I stepped out of the MPH and due to some inner unfounded strength in her arms, she accidentally closed/slammed the door too hard and I felt something fall into the palm of my hand before continuing it's journey towards the ground. My initial thought was:
'Nah, just a rubberband.'
Until the both of us looked down at what had fallen and realized it was a lizard, which was scuttling away in terror while Lynette performed some scream-yell-jump-around routine, reminiscent of Stomp!] and I standing there staring at my supposed 'rubberband'. Now I don't harbor a mortal fear of lizards unlike Jaya and Nina [they'll probably chop their palm off], I just prefer not to have any associations with our reptilian friends, thank you very much. I can safely say that it was my first time coming into contact with 'Lizzy' [thus affectionately named], and it dispelled all notions of lizards feeling cold and slimy. See, if I did not realize that I had acquainted myself with Lizzy, I would have continued on my journey to the vending machine without feeling slightly grossed out. But on the other hand, I was glad that I realized the nature of the foreign object because at least I made sure I washed my hand. If I passed it off as a rubberband, I wouldn't have decontaminated myself and probably caught some form of Lizard-itis.