Smacky. The Gecko.

I just had my second encounter of the night with our new house guest: a not-un-cute gecko about an inch and a half long.  He keeps running under m feet and then escaping into another (dark) room.  By the time I turn the light on he's gone.  The fact that he's off white and blends with our light brown carpet quite well doesn't help.

Paul does not appreciate the seriousness of the situation.  I pointed out, after barging into the dark room where he is asleep, that this is likely because he is not the one who's going to step on the gecko in the dark, squishing it's cute little body under the bottom of my foot.  He made a sound that indicated that he thought this was unlikely (and that he wished I would leave him alone so that he could go back to sleep, since he has a class at 8am tomorrow morning), but having already found one squished gecko in the apartment upon moving in, and having seen others out in the wide world outside our apartment, I do not completely trust the gecko to take off when a giant foot, or bike tire, is looming over head.

And so the gecko, let's call him Smacky, after the gecko that lived in my home in South Africa (who was named after the tiny bear in the Get Fuzzy comic book for some reason), looks like he's here to stay... for now.

Before leaving the room to let Paul sleep (and to finish up my work for the night) I mentioned the real reason he wasn't concerned (okay not really, but it was the first thing that came to mind).  I was a little dramatic:  "I know why you aren't worried.  It's because you're not the one who's going to have to get it away from Mae Bae when she catches it and tries to eat it tomorrow."  Because frankly, if you know Mae Bae, or Margaret Rosella as Sadie has now taken to calling her, you know that that is not outside the realm of possibility.

I hope Smacky hits the road soon.  I don't mind geckos on some far off corner of the ceiling, but this little guy keeps running around on the ground.  And I do not want to squish him.  Or see Mae holding him by the tail.

And we don't even have 19 year old Puddy here to go after him...

Now to get some sleep.  The tornado watch from earlier in the night is over (if the forecast for it ending at 10 was correct), but we're still in the middle of a thunder storm, with claps of thunder that go on and on and on.