That morning, I went out onto the balcony and noticed something strange moving inside the wall. At that moment, I was overcome with pure terror, especially when I realized what it was đ˘đ˛
That morning, I went out onto the balcony completely automaticallyâto open the window, take a breath, and wake up. And suddenly, it was as if my gaze stumbled on the wall. Something was there. It was moving.
Slowly, strangely, as if it had a life of its own. My insides clenched. My first thought was a shadow. My second was a snake. My heart sank, my palms became sweaty, and my breathing became ragged. I froze and simply stared, afraid to even blink.
But the longer I looked, the more I realized: it didnât look like a snake. Its movements were differentânot smooth, but jerky, helpless. The creature seemed to be reaching forward, moving inside the wall, but its tail remained outside. âProbably something huge with a thin tail,â I thought.
A wave of anxiety and disgust, mixed with fear, washed over me. It felt like Iâd seen something forbidden, something not meant for the eyes. I wanted to scream and, at the same time, just leave and forget.
When I found out what exactly was in my wall, I was horrified đ˘đ˛
I walked closer, already trembling. And then I realized it was stuck in a crack in the wall. No way in, no way out. Then the realization dawnedâit was a skink. A real lizard. Alive.
And at that moment, fear suddenly gave way to pity. It thrashed, clawing at the thing with its paws, but it couldnât get out. I saw how tired it was, how its tail twitched, and it made me feel even worse inside.
Later, I learned that skinks are harmless to people. Theyâre not venomous, not aggressive, and only bite if seriously frightened or handled roughly.
Usually, theyâre simply afraid and try to run away. And strangely, after all that horror, I felt calm. Not only did I stop being afraid, I felt like Iâd done something right.
