The only question here is why? I honest to goodness can’t think of a single reason why you need your iguana, lizard whatever-the-hell-it-is in Walmart with you. Not even a half assed poor excuse to offer up. Just stop being freaking weird.
I don’t know where “Walmart bathroom floor” ranks on my list of places to nap because it’s so far down on my list I’d be dead by the time I reached it.
Maybe instead of treating it like a crime scene and waiting for your forensic team to show up, you could just pick the shit up and get it out of the aisle. Just a thought.
You’re not alone bud, this is how we all feel when we need to go to Walmart for shampoo and Little Debbie Oatmeal Pies while battling 75 carts along the way.