So I’m in the basement, cleaning up the (as Sally from Cars would say) “newly refurbished” SKS. And I’m looking for a teeny little cleaning head I have to get into the pin assembly and get a little bit of gunk out.

And … where did I drop it?

I search. Damn. Not on the table.

I search. OH! There it is on the floor. Silly me.

So I lean down, go to pick it up and it fricking SLITHERS AWAY!

For cripes sake what the hell is that THING that I was about to stick into my SKS … why … it’s BORE LIZARD!

Click for super close up of BORE LIZARD!

Something tells me the little guy would’ve been pretty pissed to get dipped into a jar of Hoppe’s #9 and crammed into the firing pin assembly of a (newly refurbished) Yugo SKS. Probably wouldn’t be able to do it anyway, he was kinda squirmy.

So I promptly put him in a small container and let him loose in the backyard.

STAY OUTTA MY BASEMENT! Or so help me I’ll use you to clean the barrel of the .22!