Our last house was haunted by a most evil creature my husband calls a “barking skink”. Apparently it loved Marc alot because to my dismay, it “followed” him when we moved two years ago to our current abode.

This invisible creature lurks around expelling the most noxious of odors and sounds. I often wonder if I’m breathing some sort of poisonous gas. The skink, which requires no food or care, sleeps during the day. It chooses to make its presence known only when Marc is at home. Sometimes, when the skink is feeling cheeky, it can stink up an entire room. The loud “bark” is your only warning for what will quickly follow. 

When my husband retires for the night the skink follows, nestling itself under the blankets. As my husband drifts off to sleep the skink seems to come alive. Sometimes its’ loud barking sounds awaken me. When I am overwhelmed by the fumes, I loudly curse the skink and relocate to another bedroom.

It doesn’t follow Marc out in public. But it does like to hide in his suitcase. While vacationing I have often realized, with a resigned sigh, that the skink has followed us, like an uninvited stowaway.

I think the skink must have had a baby that bonded with Seth — he seems to have a small “barking skink” of his own.

P.S. My husband claims the fumes and sound do not come from him. He swears on his life it is the skink. You know, because he’s so suave and classy like that.

P.S.S. Oh and guess what? Mamma Loves nominated me for a Perfect Post recently.  At first I was all, “Whu?” And then I was all, “Awwww.”  And that post of hers I had mentioned? She won a Perfect Post for that! YIPPEE.