You make me nervous, dear

‘No, don’t… please don’t look this side now… I really need to get over my awe of you and get some exercise,’ whispered my gorgeous girl-friend, ‘But you… you make me nervous, dear.’

‘Me?’ I rolled my eyes and swiped my tongue in ecstasy, as all lizards are fond of doing.

‘Not you, you useless hunk,’ said Carnival, my beauty. She is also a lizard and we have a long slender house that our human landlords call the backside of their tube-light. Carnival has a minimalistic taste and has always prevented me from getting unnecessary home décor things like spare wings of moths, charming insect antennae that I love to collect, and even rare fly eye-balls. Yes, most of our friends have homes filled with these lovely things but Carnival always says, ‘No such nonsense in my home, Solar! I’m warning you, I despise such trappings of lizzy greed. Let’s stay away from all this. Ok?’

I obviously agree with her all the time.

But now I am confused. Is there another man in her life? I’ve been hearing all those twitter tales that are doing the rounds in the human world… and I hope it isn’t that smart male lizard journalist from the neighbouring room who we had met a few days back?

‘Who are you talking about, Carnival? Is that smart-ass from the drawing room sending suggestive tweets now?’

Carnival looked at me perplexed and then began laughing. ‘You are a perfect idiot. Just look down. I wish Arvind, that human Columnist shuts his laptop and goes to sleep now… so that I can go out and jog on the walls for some time.’

‘Ah! Women are so deceptive,’ I said to myself and went back to my dreams of moth wings and fly eye-balls.