Number no-telling-what on the list of things I never thought I’d say:
(to Jon, while he was on his way to the bathroom yesterday morning…)
“Babe, just so you know, there’s a little gecko scampering around the bathroom this morning.”
And, as far as I know, he’s scampering in there still, hiding his fleshy little colored self amongst the 60s wallpaper with eagles and flowers.
He may take up a permanent residence. In fact, I know that he will if it’s up to me to catch him.
Because this gal, I do not do reptiles.
I hope y’all are having a happy, gecko-free Friday!