A few weeks ago I was face timing with my sister Lindsey. Emily was laying in her bed, rolled over, and she let out a big "Ewwwwwwww". Lindsey and I go over to see what she was Ewwwwwwwing about and it was a slightly flattened/suffocated baby gecko that she much of rolled over on in the night. I'll be the first to admit was teasing her some about being a lizard killer, but it was all fun and games. Well the other morning, I woke up to find this little guy on my pillow--slightly flattened/suffocated as well.
Oops! Apparently, I'm a lizard killer too. It even looks like he was calling for help mid murder. I feel like such a monster!
Oops! Apparently, I'm a lizard killer too. It even looks like he was calling for help mid murder. I feel like such a monster!
