Oh my God...is that what I think it is?

So, last week, I was walking from the main campus to my classroom on the East campus. It was fairly late (4:30ish--and school is out at 2:22) and I came to the gate, which was locked. I've heard a bunch of teachers from the East campus talk about how their keys don't work in the gate, so I assume the same thing. I start to walk further up this road, because there is a car gate, and I can't remember how it's shut. So, as I near the gate, all of a sudden I hear a rustle in the weeds by me. And...to my dismay...a bobcat pops out and runs. Yes, you read that right...a bobcat! So, I start walking back to the gate, the whole time thinking, Is that a Bobcat? I'm pretty sure it is. I've only seen them at the zoo. Yes, that is totally a bobcat. Oh my God, my heart is pounding. Meanwhile, the bobcat sits by the trashcan staring me down. Freaky. So, I reach the gate, and decide to try my key. It works...miracle. So, I walk in, all the time looking at the bobcat, but I can't re-lock the gate without turning away. As I do, it disappears. I walk super rapidly to my classroom, freaking out that I'm being stalked by a bobcat. I get to my class, gather my things, and call my mom, so I have someone on the phone in case I'm attacked and killed by a bobcat outside of my door.

The next day, I go to school, still a little freaked out about the bobcat. As I open my door to my classroom (remember, we have walkways outside, not halls) what is there at the threshold but a dying lizard. No joke. Guts strewn about on the floor, but still breathing. Of course, I'm super girly. I can't apologize for it...it's who I am...I've grown a lot and can kill spiders now, but I cannot pick up a dying lizard to throw outside. I ask my 2 boy students who are there, and both say "no." Sadly, I'm stuck with the girly boys. Anyway, one of my girl students (Bianca...I only mention because I always think of Blanca from Street Fighter when I see her name...anyway, I digress) picks up the dying lizard while saying "You're all a bunch of girls," and throws it away in my trash. Now, usually, I'd have her throw it outside, but it was all too fast and I couldn't ask her to pull the dead thing out of the trashcan.

Anyway, I have this dying lizard in my trashcan (by the door...complete opposite part of the room from my desk, thankfully). I start to tell my first period class about the bobcat and the dying lizard, and about 1 minute into it, I feel something crawl on my arm. Usually, I might remain calm, but remember I'm in the midst of the story and still have those things fresh on my mind. I immediately freak out...jumping and making noises and throwing my hands about...normal Jervaise freak-out mode. Anyway, turns out it was a bee, who lands on my poster. I eventually swat him out into nature, where he belongs. My students are hysterically laughing and it is crazy...my heart was racing for like 20 minutes.

It's been a week, and I still haven't seen the bobcat again, or had a dying lizard by my door, or a bee land and walk on me. I remain hopeful that these three instances were the end...but probably not...why again do I teach in the desert?

On another note...Brandon saw a gecko in our apartment about 2 weeks ago. Oh goodness. I'll freak out if there is one in here when I'm cleaning.