I was going to make a play on the whole Grinch thing in this post, but it’s late, I’m tired, and I hate all things Seuss, but it’s late and too warm for Christmas, and a gecko was in my bra.

Stop laughing.

I mean, all I was doing was opening the door to let the dogs out, and suddenly this baby gecko dropped from the sky, landed on my shirt and dove for cover in my bra.

It’s a good thing our back yard is very (very) private, and also that it was dark, because after I shrieked (I was startled, startled I tell you, NOT SCARED, just…startled) I immediately ripped my shirt and bra off and shook the poor gecko out onto the floor, where the dogs immediately tried to catch him.

He hid under the table.

I took a shower and changed to clean pajamas, no bra required.

As for the gecko, I’m pretty sure he’s going to turn up under the dogs’ water bowl at some point.

Stupid hot December with temperatures in the 80s.

We still have geckos around because we still have mosquitoes.

Still.