Gecko in the car. Violating.
The typical household pests are mosquitoes, flies, cockroaches, ants and geckos. The latter two I don’t kill. Why? Because we have a deal. They don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with them. Lately ants have been violating something serious, getting in my bed and biting and stuff. Geckos too are joining the kitchen intifada.
What’s the deal with geckos? I turn on the lights, they hide. That’s the deal. Don’t see, don’t kill. They can be pooping in the sink or licking the bread or whatever they do, but as long as I don’t see them, the deal is on. Lately they’ve been leaving fucking gecko babies in the sink and I see old Fatty Bamboley poking in and out of the bread. This is not cool.
Last night I turned on the light in the kitchen and he just looked at me. This shit is out of hand.