Since we moved into our apartment, we have had a roommate. One of the first nights, it was good Heidi was already on the toilet because she nearly peed herself when a gecko fell from the ceiling and nearly landed on her head. (No, Adam did not run to see what the scream was about because he was "mid-brushing his teeth" and could not "ask what was wrong"). After the shock wore off, we were excited about our gecko friend and his duties as a roommate -- eating mosquitoes, ants, and other little bugs. We affectionately named our gecko "Bino" since he was of the Albino variety.
This morning, we woke up to a crime scene. This time the screams were of horror as Heidi noticed little Bino on the floor -- DEAD. He had been squished between the bathroom door in the middle of the night. Who was responsible for this heinous crime is undetermined and may never be solved. This morning, we gave him a proper Saigon burial by tossing him off our 17th floor balcony. And, ironically, Heidi awoke this morning with her first mosquito bites!
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