Geeeeko!

A gecko snuck into my house as I opened the door to bring in a package on the way to put Anna night-night. Squealing and giggling on my hip, Anna delighted in this but I did not. I HATE geckos.

They move really fast and weird and it's like they have zero brains. Like little ADHD lizards. Those green standard lizards I can deal with. At least it seems they are thinking before they move.

Geeeeeko!Geeeeko! OK, Paul was not home. I had to do something. I couldn't very well leave this thing to squirm around in my house till he got home. I am the mama.

I bravely tried to catch it. Anna on my hip, giggling, squealing, GEEEEEKO!

I caught it! There it is in my hand, Anna do you want a good look? Oh look the tail is gone. Oops. That's means it's around here somewhere. Don't look...

...just throw the gecko outside. Say bye-bye. Bye-bye gecko. Then, as I turned to go back inside, there was the tail, ofcourse it's flip-flop squirming all around now without a body. Wonderful. It's at the foot of my stairs. Just go pick it up and toss it. You're a neuroscientist, you know what's going on here. No big deal.

No, I don't want to touch it. I use a piece of paper that was shoved into my doorknob as a flyer for something I'll never now know...trying to scoop it up...damn, did you know you can AGAIN cut that tail into two and BOTH parts will start flipping and squirming? Yeah, that's disgusting, and now two times to deal with. Crap.

Lots of scooting with lots of paper and Anna actually still on my hip giggling, the parts made it out of the house.

Texas. Ecchh.