Mission: Lizard ImpossibleA Story by Neha agrawalThis is a funny war between a human and a lizard story
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it… is to survive the night."
It started like every peaceful evening " me, comfy pajamas, Netflix running, eating Maggi straight from the pan because plates are for people with their life together. Then… I saw it. On the wall. A lizard. Not the little "oh look how cute" type. No. This one appeared to pay rent here. It was like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of lizards. It blinked at me as if we had history. I stood stiff It did a push-up That was when I realized " this was not some lizard. This was a challenge. --- Step 1: Choosing a weapon I picked up: One slipper, brand Bata, because good as any for an emergency A broom And a plastic container I swiped from the kitchen (Sorry, Mom, I'll replace it… eventually?) I dubbed my operation: Lizard Se Azadi. --- Step 2: The Plan Plan: Corner the lizard. Trap it. Release it outside like a hero in an animal rescue video. Reality: I climbed on the bed. From bed to chair. From chair to plastic stool. Gravity begged me to stop. The lizard? It just stared, like "Cute. You think you're the hunter." --- Step 3: The War Started I threw the broom. Lizard took off. I ran. The shoe went airborne and hit me in the head. Container? Fell on the ceiling fan. One time I could've sworn the lizard rolled its eyes. --- Step 4: The Emotional Support Call I called my mother. Me: "Mum, there's a lizard in my room." Mom: "So? Is it asking for food? Just sleep." I called my BFF. She laughed hard for 7 minutes straight, then posted on Instagram: "Should Neha relocate due to a lizard?" Yes: 94% No: 6% (me and my mom) --- Step 5: Peace Treaty I gave in at 11:47 PM. I shut the door, relinquished the room to the lizard, and slept in the hallway with a spoon as cover. Why a spoon? Because the broom was still in enemy territory. --- The Morning After The lizard had vanished. Or perhaps… waiting in the background. I still walk into that room like SWAT " lights on, slipper in hand, scanning each wall. Because in this house…peace is temporary. --- ???? If you laughed at this…wait till you hear about the time a monkey stole my paratha and left a biscuit in return. © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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