Jul 25, 2006
Wayne Santos

Saurophobia

Probably better recognized by more colloqiual “Lizard-O-Phobia”.

I was actually looking forward to watching my editor get skewered today on TV. A local station that’s been promoting cartoons called Animax had decided to do a program concentrating what is undoubtedly a segment of their viewer population, gamers. Since there are only three gaming magazines in Singapore and only two of those are actually legitimate, GameAxis was selected to front the “Gaming Journalism” in Singapore section.

Unfortunatley I got a call from the Wife, in hysterics because one of the cats, Uno had finally given into her baser instincts and was toying with a very tiny lizard. The Wife is pretty much almost text book phobic when it comes to lizards, especially small ones. So watching our cat bat around a baby lizard, but refuse to eat it, then toss it around in the air some more in some sadistic game drove the Wife to the bed (Uno was doing all this at the bedroom door) and kept her there where she couldn’t move.

I got the call just as the TV people were arriving (strangely enough, they’re with the same company that’s hiring me on for the new TV series project) and was playing host while my editor arrived from whatever meeting/schmooze thing it is that editors do that I am thankful I don’t have to do. The Wife was more or less screaming and crying and it was pretty hard to actually understand what she was saying at first, but once I got it, I waited until the editor arrived and then told him that I needed to go home, which he let me do.

Upon arriving home I saw the following things. 1) Tiny dead lizard at the entry to the bedroom, almost entirely intact, only a bit of tail missing. 2) Uno the cat sitting a short distance away from said dead lizard, alternately staring at it, then me, as if to say “I BRING YOU THIS OFFERING, MIGHTY ONE, PLEASE ACCEPT YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT’S PITIFUL SACRIFICE FOR THE BOUNTIES YOU HAVE BESTOWED UPON ME!” 3) The Wife, in upright foetal position, hugging onto a pillow.

Oh well, so much for a quiet day…

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