I walk into my bathroom last night to wash up for bed. I turn on the light and notice something off in my periphery.
I turn and see that it's one of the many gecko lizards that crawl around my house. I love those little guys, because they eat all the bugs so I don't have to worry about it. I've witnessed more than one throw down between a cockroach and a gecko. The gecko's always win.
So anyway, I move my head in real close to get a good look at the little guy. Smaller gecko's are actually transparent, so it's neat to look at their inards.
Gecko's are also skiddish little bastards. If you catch one on an open floor, they'll go from 0 to 60 in less than a second, and it doesn't take much to scare them.
This particular gecko must not have liked the look of me, because after I stared at him for about 3 seconds he lept off the wall onto my glasses. He stayed there for just a moment, and then fell what had to be an uncomfortable 6 foot drop to the floor. He hit the ground running and was behind the toilet before I could blink.
I might start sleeping with my gun in my hand, just in case they come for me again.