I could kill

I think Papa Iguana knows I hate him. He's on my ceiling watching me read and shaking his tail. I hate him. He seriously stresses me out. As soon as I get rid of this stupid lizard, I'll blog about something else. I just read that I could pour hot water on him and it would kill him, but I would scorch myself in the process. It maybe worth it. I've got to get over this stupid little fear or I'm not going to make it.