Really! By a small, rubber lizard! I was gathering laundry when it hit me. Here's the character wielding the lizard:
He was swinging it around when he let go and it thwacked me. It kind of hurt.
That's his menacing look above. You can't tell, but he's growling at me.
See how flexible the thing is? It flew through the air really well.
Here's the lizard in it's natural environment:
It's actually Quincy's room, or, his house, as he calls it. Notice all the toys? Oh, and the neatly folded laundry on the bed? Yeah, my husband is responsible for the laundry. I hardly ever fold it.:)
Speaking of my husband, this is what he was doing while I was being attacked:
Some protection he is!