I take the last post back. The invasion of the geckos is no longer funny. Tonight, I killed two. One was hanging from Maddox's doorway. Living with lizards is just not my thing, but it looks like I don't have much of a choice. The only thing on my side is the AC. A cold lizard is a slow lizard. And that's why my thermostat reads: 69 degrees.
Enough whining. Here's the 4th pictures, strep and all! I'm off to make a cheesetoast, wait for Andrew to get home (he is back on the swings shift) and probably kill a lizard or two.
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