Kiddo and I were in her bedroom, doing the bedtime routine when she said, "There's a lizard in the fan." So I'm playing along, thinking about how she has a crazy imagination. She said it again, and I looked up at the ceiling where I saw a little stain. That must be the "lizard." No, the kiddo kept insisting there was a lizard in the fan.
When I finally actually looked at the ceiling fan, there, outlined against the glass bowl of the light fixture, was a lizard.
The interloper was removed, but we can't figure out how he got there.
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