Welcome to the Family

The conversation teetered on absurd late last night. I guess this is what I get for coming inside for a 'drink'. The offer came from my very close friend--like a sister. You know the kind. One in a million. The one you tell your deepest, darkest secrets and fears to. So anyway, during the course of the conversation I found myself admiring her little pooches--two cute miniature poodles who consider themselves lap dogs. One even let the four and two-year-old push him around in the doll stroller. And then he stayed in that stroller, completely content for hours. Sooo cute! This reminded me that my family has a new addition of our own.

"Did I mention we have a new pet?" I asked, excitedly.

"Oh, um, that dog?" She was referring to Dash-a psycho, lightening fast puppy that adopted us last winter. I found her a home in January. Wish we could have kept her, but she couldn't be contained in the back yard, and kept eating the neighbors newspapers/shoes/xmas decorations, and then leaving the evidence scattered all over my property for everyone to see.

"Nah, we have a gecko." I went on to explain that one evening I'd opened the door to come inside after watering the flowers, and I saw a tiny lizard whip past me into the kitchen. I couldn't find it anywhere to round it up for expulsion, so I looked it up online (of course)-- just to make sure it wasn't hazardous to humans (specifically, my kids). Turns out it's a house gecko-common to my area. But these little cuties are actually an asset rather than a liability. Anyone who's posted about them, loves these little geckos and is super excited to have them around. Apparently, they eat all the things we hate-moths, spiders, crickets, etc... Despite Terminix's great efforts, we do still have some moths and an occasional spider. 

The little gecko was spotted yesterday in the bathroom, climbing the wall. That sucker is so fast, I couldn't catch it even if I was hell bent on it--which I'm not. 

It feels a little strange at times thinking that I have a little pet running around the house that most would want to keep cooped up in a glass box, but I see this as a symbiotic relationship. It can go about its business and I'll go about mine, and so long as I never find it crawling across my face while I'm sleeping, then we can go on like this forever. I jokingly told my husband that it's going to be so well fed that I'll eventually find a basilisk in the living room, we'll buy it a studded collar and let it sleep at the foot of the bed at night. Okay, they really only grow to up to 6 inches long( at most) but it's still a funny image.

So now we have our little pet, any suggestions for a name? 

(Also, I won't be on here for most of the week-it's that time again. Gotta go through and clean out closets, round up the kids clothes to sell on Ebay and all that jazz.)