His name was Jack. He was illegally living with me for two weeks. I had no idea he was living here until I decided to clean one weekend.
We met each other screaming and running from each other. Him running because he got spotted and me running because I spotted a lizard.
There is a lizard in this picture can you find him? |
But all I know is one Saturday morning I had the door open and he walked out. He looked back at me and I looked at him, no longer being afraid of his presence, and he walked away.
Dear Ex-Roommate,
If you should one day read this, I just wanted to say I hope you didn’t leave any lizard poop anywhere because I am never going near the box I found you in again.
-Finda
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