Gecko

Must be something about this time of the year, but we've had our fair share of geckos recently.

The funny thing about geckos is that they're really not that bad. I mean, they eat on the insects in the house and pretty much only come out at night... so, we leave them alone.

I know what you're thinking... yes, it's kind of weird, especially if you know me personally, but eh... I'm getting a little more relaxed in my old age.

The girls, however, kind of freak out when they see them. Elisan not so much, anymore, but KM will release that sheer terror scream that I'm oh so familiar with.

For example, KM was going up the stairs and saw a gecko resting on one of the steps. She freaked out. Randy checked it out, and told her it was okay, because it was only a gecko.

Elisan's fear of geckos was relinquished when she had a friend over who tried to pick up the gecko. She wasn't able to, because it's tail broke off. From what I've read, that's pretty common. Yes, weird, but common.

On Monday, I went to get KM up from her nap and discovered her on the floor between her opened closet door and bookcase. It looked like she barracaded herself between the two 'walls'.

I woke her up and asked her what she was doing on the floor. She said, "Mommy! Gecko in my bed!"

I said, "What?"

She said, "Gecko! In my bed!"

Okay, so she says...

I rummage around the bed covers and lo and behold, there was a gecko, resting underneathe the pillow.

No need to keep that presumptious gecko around! He was captured and flushed.

I tend to draw the line at bed bugs - er, um... lizards.