Realtors Are Cold-Blooded Creatures

My husband and I have decided to “practice” house-hunting to get an idea of what we should look out for when we really do decide to move out of the house we’re living in now.

We contact a realtor and set up an appointment, and on the given date, we meet up and begin checking out houses. We’re standing outside one of the houses, and the realtor is going over a few details before we go inside. My attention drifts a little as I look around, and I spot an anole on the wall.

Me: *Delighted gasp* “Small friend!”

Realtor: *Not skipping a beat* “And if you sign today, we’ll throw the lizard in for free.”