Krew hops off the counter and saunters toward a corner in the kitchen. He bends and picks the lizard up, but instead of going out the back patio, he spins around and flings it at Kash. What follows next is the highest pitched squeal I’ve ever heard. Kash scrambles away, but his foot slips and down he goes. He jumps back up, wiggling his body all around while repeating, “Get it off! Get it off!”
