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WTF?!

I was sitting at my desk doing some SCIENCE when I felt something brush my knee. I thought it was my headphone cable, so I moved the cord to the side. Then I felt it again. Assuming it was a spider or something I brushed my knee and damn if a tiny gecko didn't just drop to the floor! It looked a lot like this guy, about an inch long, really fast and a little perturbed.


While I was scrambling around the office all excited, trying to find a cup so I could move the little guy out of the office, my office mate, Kristen, calmly used her hand to scoop it up and set it outside our window. She then went right back to work. My heart was pounding from the excitement of having a lizzard crawl on me, and she treated the whole gecko visit as if a fly had buzzed through the room. I guess I have a lot to learn about gecko-human relations around here.

Comments

Kristen said…
You have an officemate named Kristen?!? I've been replaced so soon!
JohnJohn said…
Nah, this Kristen has a looong way to go to catch up with the Original Kristen, gecko catching skills notwithstanding.
mama mia said…
I think the gecko "must be crazy"! but he is a pretty one.

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