Karachistan Diaries: Lizard Attack and Silly CGI

A giant lizard (a pregnant one!) just attacked! It was crawling on the ceiling in the corridor upside down (bloody Spiderman skills). Sara and I rushed into the room and banged the door close, biting our nails. This was seriously bad news because somebody had to be summoned and that somebody (Mr. Zed, our watchman/make-do cook) was probably asleep. The fellow has an attitude so we have to be careful when summoning him.
Fortunately, for us, it was a miracle. Mr. Zed, like Zorro, marched up the stairs from his lair with a Jhaaroo (a dried sticks broom) and went bang bang. I heard him say the beast was slayed. But my mother says he said it escaped out and away. That is not enough, ladies! Early morning, there is a fair chance that the lizard would ka-ploot drop on my head! God forbid.
Karachi lizards are super fat. I think they run on demon energies (Shadowhunter humor). They do not die easily, do not run away easily (this one wanted to jump at my mother), and they certainly do not like people. It is one thing or the other. I was freaking out over the hyped about cicada invasion in USA, and now in Karachi I am stressing about lizard beasts.

 I sit here now (on a mattress on the floor, instead of proper furniture) and type away my misery. O, and Pakistan's CGI advertisements of toilet bowl cleaners are cracking me up. The green fellow is a daddy germ king coming out from a toilet bowl. Okay, enough.