Geckos are just a part of life here in Sri Lanka. I mostly don’t scream when I see one now – took me a while, but I’ve mostly gotten used to them. I still try to kill them when I can.
I know, I know, some of you will argue that they’re cute. As pets in a confined space, I can agree with you. Roaming in the open and breeding until there are dozens to hundreds just in your house and garden alone, peeing and pooping everywhere and with abandon? Not so much. 😉
It’s a pain in the butt to have to wash dishes both before and after using them.
Today, I found this one in the bottom of my plastic juice jug. It found its way in, but apparently, couldn’t quite find its way out.
One more dead gecko. Buh-bye, little gecko! 😀