The Mailbox...

Yesterday Ayson and I were out getting the mail. When I reached our box and opened the little door, I sort of gasped in surprise and did a quick spastic recoil. A little gecko had gotten smashed (length-wise: head-to-tail) on the edge of our mailbox door and was stuck there. Ugh. It startled me. Even though I think they're cute, I don't exactly want to have to peel one off our mailbox. I knelt down and picked up a rock and quickly flicked it off in to the neighbor's yard. While all of this was going on a pick up truck had driven by and then put the car in reverse and came back to where Ayson and I were standing. It was a woman and her son. She asked if I was alright because they saw me jump when I opened the mailbox and got worried something bad had happened. I was utterly humiliated to tell them it was a little dead gecko. Her high school son looked at me like I was a total loser. To quote my sister-in-law: Oi.