Writer's Block

Has struck me big time. I sit at the computer, stare at the white space and can think of nothing to write about. I am telling you- the busier you are, the more you want to have free time to write and when you find that time, you can't think of anything to write about.
Of course, in my case it could have been the Curse of the Lizard Family.
My house has recently become home to all sorts of animals in the neighbourhood. There are a couple of cats that go in and out, parrots, koyals and the like, squirrels, the First Family of Lizards and, believe it or not, a family of mongooses/ mongeese. Sadly enough, the animals I so desperately want to have (dogs and elephants and horses) do not come visiting. In fact, there is a dog that pointedly ignores our house and wags itself into the next door office where it is popular recreation to chase it out. Highly disappointing if you ask me.
Coming back to the mongooses, I first saw them when I was sitting on the swing in the garden. I was sitting on the swing, listening to GnR, swinging gently in the night breeze and this family trots by - father, mother and baby. I am not kidding. They actually just trotted by.
My first reaction was to screech at the top of my lungs, then to try to stand on the swing while it was still moving and finally fall over onto the flower pots on one side. By the time I was right side up, half the neighbours and my whole family was out. The mongooses, of course, were long gone. Everyone assured me I was hallucinating, since no one had ever seen a mongoose in the garden before and since I had never seen a mongoose anywhere ever before in my life. That however, did not stop the grand 'Cobra Hunt' by our maid, neighbours' watchman, his wife and their friends. They assured us that mongooses would never turn up unless there were snakes around. In the process of the hunt, all they did was to destroy my mother's hibiscus, tulsi and the one-flower-a-year plants, and the watchman's eight year old son whacked his sister with a shovel since he saw 'something' move 'somewhere' around her head. The group was disappointed with the results, I think, but nevertheless made up for it by telling everyone how I was almost attacked and killed by snakes/ mongooses/ my own stupidity on the swing.
The mongooses continue to live in our house now. My father's hobby these days is mongoose family sighting. He wants my brother and me to learn how to follow our elders by watching the Herpestidae family. I have named them Rikki Tikki and Tavi, but can't seem to sight them ever. I think the swing incident has scared them off from me forever.
But getting back to the purpose of this post: the Curse of the First Family of Lizards.
I was sitting in the living room one night, quietly banging on my laptop, when suddenly this damned baby lizard falls on it from above with a gentle plop. It yelped, I screamed and then it scampered away. I looked up from where it fell to find its mother glaring at me. I am not kidding when I say glare. All I could see was a head and these two beady eyes looking over the ceiling ledge against the backdrop of white light. It even looked accusing, like it was my fault its stupid baby couldn't cling to the ceiling. And since then, I haven't been able to write.
So now I suffer from Writer's Block and I don't think I am capable of writing any sense any time soon.