That’s what I think anyway. You see, a couple of days ago Mom and the Old Man were outside painting the house. They’ve been doing a lot of…stuff…to the house lately to fix it up and teh painting was like their last thing to do on the list. Now see, I normally don’t mind spending time with ‘em, but this time was different. Mom is a cruel and evil person when she wants to be. She got paint on my pretty tail!

Unfortunately they didn’t notice until stuff was sticking to my tail. Mom made sure she got all the paint off of her and out of her hair, but my tail still has some paint in it:

Of course, Mom wanted to try and cut out the stuff that won’t come out. I won’t let her though, she’s done enough damage. *sniffs* I hope they don’t paint again. The humans made such a mess, paint on the sidewalk, paint on my tail (that’s still there days later!), not to mention the smell. It was like those appetitesuppressant thingies. I just could not hunt and eat in peace by the house with it smelling so funny. I let two different lizards go because of it!