Last night we had a moment of terror in our household. Arsen and I were watching TV, and Addie had gone to our bedroom. On the days that she goes to daycare she has started "putting herself to bed" as I like to say. It's like she's just so exhausted that the sound of the television and our talking is too much for her, so she'll go in the room and hop up in bed around 8 or 9.
I wanted to make sure that this is what she had done, so I got up and started walking toward the room. When I was just about to the bedroom door, I saw something small run right by my foot. Being the huge baby that I am, I screamed and started jumping from one foot to the other. Addie came running from the bedroom as fast as she could. Arsen is getting used to my overreactions, so he just said "What is it?".
It was a freaking gecko! A tiny grey gecko, in my house. Of course I'm freaking out, saying, "Babe, come get it! Get something! Come get it! I can't have a gecko loose in my house!!!". So he gets up, grabs a plastic cup, and traps it. Impressive, cause those things are speedy.
Please Don't Hurt Me Mr. Arsen
By this point Addie is in my arms, and we are standing on the third step of the stairs, peering over the side. Can't risk that thing touching us. So Arsen gets the paper, and as he's going to slide it under, he looks up at me and said "Oh no. I squished his tail.". Then we both immediately felt awful for the poor little guy. Arsen said "Look what you made me do!". Way to make me feel like a heartless b-word.
So he picks him up, and releases him outside....and he didn't move. Pretty sure we murdered an innocent little gecko. But he did inform me that our front porch was covered in them, so that's awesome. We had all of our front landscaping ripped out on Wednesday, and I'm guessing it disturbed their habitat or something. Who knows, I'm not a scientist.
It was a very emotional evening for all of us.