We have some houseguests. I think I've mentioned before that we like the little geckos that share our house with us. They're cute, they eat bugs, and that's all good with me. Sometimes they surprise us though, and I'm not too fond of that.

Lucy is about 1.5 inches long and loves the kitchen.

One day we were making lunch and Shauna reached up and grabbed the honey. Lucy, the gecko, jumped from out of nowhere, onto Shauna's shoulder. There was screaming and jumping and flailing about. Shauna flicked little Lucy onto the floor as she let out a blood-curdling scream. She so startled me, across the room, that I jumped and knocked a plate of food on the ground.

Then I went to make pancakes this last weekend. I grabbed the honey off the shelf and our little gymnast gecko jumped onto my chest. My turn to scream and yell and do some reptile flinging. Poor little Lucy. I felt so bad, throwing her through the air like that.

I'm sure in months to come, we will think nothing of the gecko jumpers. We'll just laugh and take the little creatures in out hands, give a mini-gecko hug, and send it on its way. But for now, it just freaks me out.