Yeah, it was me. Last week I knew there were two members from the Gecko Special Forces Unit that used their tiny battering ram to get through my front door. I was outnumbered. My defenses were down, namely...I was barefooted. What was I supposed to do? Jenna and I were on our way in the door. Yoshi met us there and to my utter amazement...ushered one of those insurance salesman right through the threshold. What was he thinking?!
Today I was cleaning the kitchen and decided the plant in the corner needed some lovin'. I started pulling off the old leaves at the bottom and was about to water it when out of nowhere I was ambushed! There he was. I was eyeball to eyeball with the GEICO spokesman. Hanging onto the rim of the planter he finally gave up and let go. He bounced on the kitchen rug a few times and then, startled, ran for the...ran for the...well, he didn't really know what he was running for...he just ran. Yoshi thought that today would be a good time to catch him. He cornered him by the dishwasher (me) and the actual appliance. By that time I had shamelessly bounded onto the stepstool in the middle of the floor that Jenna had so graciously left out for me to trip over only hours before but...I digress. I was screaming. Why? I don't know! They aren't going to hurt me. I know that. I just don't like surprises...or being surveilled in my own kitchen. All I know is that my vocal cords have been happier and, fortunately, the solo I did in church was last Sunday and not tomorrow.
Special thanks to the SOLO plastic cup company for providing the means to escort the suction-footed fast-moving gecko out to the yard so that he may, at the time of his choosing, lay in wait to cross the portal of our concrete double-wide and, once again, compromise my homeland security.
And then, there was one...
At least there's only one left that I know of!
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