I had just walked into the house from a busy day of shopping, when I heard loud hysterical shrieks coming from the kitchen. My instant reaction, was to search for Yog. I hoped he had not gotten into any trouble. I quickly lay my bags down and rushed to the source of this commotion. As I approached the narrow entryway into the kitchen, I almost bumped into Yogs Nanny still jumping hysterically and running out of the kitchen. Following her came out the housemaid, equally anxious, catching the broom in her hand, her sweeping job left undone. My anxiety rose as I was still not able to spot Yog. Where was he? What had happened?
Both women were now out of the door, under shock and not able to explain the crisis to me. I rushed inside the kitchen. There was no sign of Yog. Everything seemed to be in order. I could not understand the reason for this commotion!! I implored Yogs Nanny to tell me the problem. She meekly pointed towards a corner of the kitchen where I think I saw something scurry quickly by. But I wasn’t sure. What was the problem? Did anything break? Was there a fire? Was Yog all right? For heavens sake, someone please explain the problem? Yogs Nanny took a deep breath and almost whispered, “Lizard!?!” I was sure I didn’t hear it correctly. How could a lizard have caused such a commotion? A small slimy thing couldn’t have possibly scared the shit out of two adult women, one of them even armed with a broom. Where was it by the way?
Meanwhile, Yog hearing all the loud ruckus, waddled into the kitchen, his eyes curiously exploring the scene. His baby senses automatically spotted the lizard, trying to hide behind the kitchen door. Yog shrieked in delight on discovering something that was long, slim, grey-green and capable of moving! He immediately rushed towards it trying to grab its tail. Thank God that the lizard had faster reflexes than me. Before I could sense what mischief Yog was upto, the lizard had scampered a little further out of Yogs reach.
Using this opportunity, I managed to grab an excited Yog and move him out of the kitchen. I grabbed the broom from the house maid, and poked the lizard in the exit direction. As soon as it stepped out of the house, I closed the door behind it and took a sigh of relief. I turned around to face the two scared women, hiding behind the dining room wall. They were both red with embarrassment and smiled at me sheepishly. Yog, on the other hand, was upset at having lost the opportunity to play with something that could move.
I couldn’t believe the paradox of the world I live in. The adults that I assume will take care of Yog, when I am not around, are the adults who got so scared with something so small. On top of that, the tiny soul whom I would have expected to be scared of such beings, is super excited to welcome them in the house. The next time I leave the house with this combination of people, I am not sure whom I should worry about more – Yog, the Nanny, or the Lizard. God save me!!