Of Lizards and Naive Fathers

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you hung a lizard from your ear?

No? Yeah, me neither.

The same, however, cannot be said for my father, who enthusiastically jumped on the chance to let a reptile bite his earlobe and hang from it, like an earring.

Yeah, my family is definitely not a normal one.

So the story goes like this: for Easter weekend, my family went up to my grandparents' house to eat ham and dye eggs (like the little kids we all are at heart) and just chill. And that's what we were doing when the whole lizard debacle came about: chilling. We were outside, and you have to know that my grandparents live in a very woodsy area, and because of that, there is a plethora (Ooo! Big word!) of animals--both of the wanted and unwanted variety. 

My dad, acting on his dorky, reckless teenage impulsions that he seemingly never grew out of, saw a lizard innocently chilling on a plant, and immediately reached out, caught it, held it to his ear, and stood back as it clamped its jaw around his earlobe--all in one motion.

My father, ladies and gentlemen.

It didn't stay on long, though. It flailed a little before dropping to the ground, no doubt traumatized by the turn of events. Heck, who wouldn't be? After all, it was just forcibly made to bite on to some sweaty dude's ear, and couldn't very well let go lest it drop to its (albeit, really unlikely) death.

My dad's ear bled a little, though I guess that's what he gets for wearing an innocent reptile as an earring.

Well, that's my post for today! (Actually, it's my first one in almost a month... I kind of fell back in my blogging duties, seeing it was my turn to post last time and I, well, didn't. Sorry about that...)

Oh! Happy Easter everyone, whether or not you celebrate it. After all, even if you don't celebrate, you still get Good Friday off (or spring break, though that differs for everyone) and that is definitely something worth celebrating.

Question time, yay... 

My favorite word? I can't really narrow it down to one, because there are so many...

But, I guess I really love the word ethereal (gaseous, invisible but detectable). Or evanescent (vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time). Or elixir, or demure, or labyrinthine, or murmurous, or quintessential, or plethora, or serendipity, or tintinnabulation, or chatoyant, or... I just love words, okay? 

(Don't tell anyone, but I actually keep a running list of words I love. Honestly, if I could marry words, I would.)

My question: Have you ever done something stupid (a la my father)? If so, (and don't try to tell me you haven't) what was it?

Adios, my internet readers (if you even exist).

~Lindsay