EPG's EGD

We've had geckos roaming around our abode since the second we stepped foot in Thailand. When we moved to our current apartment, we had tons of them around... I have no idea why!? We ended up catching about 4 of them right away, and over the past 2 years, we've caught at least 2 more. One of the gecko dwellers has been an obnoxious house guest though, leaving droppings on the walls, ceilings, floor, etc. Sometimes they were like explosive gecko diarrhea (EGD), which was beyond annoying to me.

In the past month, I've been on the prowl to capture this elusive poopy gecko (EPG). I thought we had gotten him when we turned on our air con unit and saw him hanging on to dear life as the fan oscillated. Poor thing was practically frozen to death and could not figure out how to get off the oscillating blades. Mike was able to get him on the end of the broom and put him outside. We thought that was the end of EPG and that we had won... however, a few days later, as I was up for my midnight snack, I saw EPG scampering around on the wall.

At 2 in the morning, you don't really think straight though and all I could think about was EPG's blood splattered all over the wall (just as bad as EGD, right?) if I gave him a good thunk with the broom. So... waking Mike up at 2 in the morning seemed like the most logical thing to do, of course! By the time poor Mike was awake enough to understand what was going on, pulled his groggy self out of bed and came out of the bedroom, EPG was nowhere to be seen (surprised?). UG! So it was back to being on the hunt for him.

Two days later, I woke up for my middle of the night meal and once again saw EPG. This time I knew that waking Mike up was probably no the best option, and figured I probably had to take things into my own hands. But the thought of EPG blood over the walls was not very exciting to me. So this tired and hungry pregnant lady got out the broom and chased the rascal all over the apartment, finally cornering him in the bathroom. I did the only thing that I could think of to exterminate him... spray him with as much all purpose cleaner as possible to avoid any blood shed. I don't know if it's worst to die by chemical death or squish death... but needless to say, EPG is no longer. I felt killer's remorse afterwards, but the next day when Mike told me he had cleaned up EPG's EGD off the couch, I didn't feel quite as guilty.


Hopefully the saga is over...