Then one morning I opened the door and noticed something hanging in the doorframe. Although it wasn't surprising to see it was a gecko, which are everywhere, it was surprising to see that it had a flat head. And that it wasn't running away when I poked at it. In fact, when I poked at it, it fell to the floor and didn't move at all. Death by door. Poor thing.
In case my story isn't clear enough: Little gecko was flattened when someone slammed the door shut. Then it began to rot and stink up our entrance way. How's that for spelling it out for ya?
2 comments:
So what you're saying is that in the event that someone were to buy a gecko and perhaps squish it in a door or under a ride-on toy, that perhaps the squished gecko shouldn't just be left until it rotted?
correct!!
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