Our flat appears to be being somewhat invaded, however it isn’t something that at all warrants complaining about.
Whereas other people get ants, who get into everything and steal your sugar, or spiders who sneak around trying to give you a fright (like George, the huntsman spider who lived in my flat in second year for a while (he was kinda cute, friendly, and utterly harmless, so I let him be)), we are being invaded by geckos, which I just think is cool.
(I should probably mention at this point that we do have ants and spiders too, but the ants only ever show up in ones and twos in our bath tub, which is hardly exactly an invasions or even an annoyance, and we have a few daddy longlegs spiders in the top corners of the front room, which I personally feel is just being ecologically responsible, as they take care of any bugs that wander in doors, and otherwise leave us alone, meaning we generaly don’t have to worry about bug spray)
Anyhow, we don’t really get many geckos in NZ and so having them wandering around our flat (presumably just as a part of a larger exploration of the neighbourhood) seems pretty cool, and I think Simone derives quite some amusement at my excitement whenever I see a gecko scampering up a wall or across a door.
I suppose we’ve all got to have our eccentricities (although I had thought that I had already filled my quota before this all started…..)