Sit down kids, while I tell you a sad little story about Jerry the lizzard.

So today, it was my birthday. And I woke up to an empty house. Everyone forgot about me. *not making this up* so I get bored when I'm alone and when I get bored I go outside. So I was outside all day today and when I finally desided it would be a good idea to go in, I noticed this little critter running around, and, being me, I desided to see if he was actually as stupid as a frog and would actually go into the pool. So I chased him, and at frist he wouldnt go, but then I got him in. So I felt bad so I got the skimmer and got him out. He was being real still (but he was still alive) so I went and got my camera from my room in the pool house, and while I was doing that my cat got out. So I came back with my cat up next to me being all cute and rolling around in the bright sunshine and Jerry was being good and I was taking pictures of him (I liked the way this one turned out, best) And then he moved. And that was the end of him, My kitteh turned from a cute little angel into a killer in 2 split seconds. And at first i tried to stop him, but he'd already scratched the poor little guy, and he would die anyways. So I let him just kill him to end his traumatic sufftering.

I am a horrible person XD

Photo (c) me