I can deal with cicak turds, it's the animals themselves that get to me. Everytime I want to make some toast I have to shake the toaster, once a week there'll be someone hiding inside.
Once, a cicak committed suicide in my washing machine and I had to lift the body and the tail out (separately) after all the clothes had ben removed. Another dropped onto a burning stove and yet another jumped in front of a sliding window.
If I leave my plate of food or drink for more than a few minutes one will be crawling across the table in search of dinner.
My house must be really clean, huh? I think not.
One strange occurance that I can't explain: two lizards decided to die in my empty wastepaper basket. It took them about a week to finally kick the bucket but they refused to climb out even when I held the basket inches away from my face or put my hand in. They couldn't have both been poisoned (they only eat my food anyway), and I didn't squash them by mistake. It was actually quite moving, my girlfriend and I imagined one was dying of old age and the other couldn't tahan to live alone.
Hmm, maybe they were just poisoned by my cooking.
