Squatter

It's happened too many times now to be a coincidence. Every night as I sit at my computer, a small figure darts from behind my desk into the corner to my left. He seems to have set up residence, though he certainly hasn't had the courtesy to chip in on rent.

He is a gecko, and though they are common visitors, I believe this is the same little guy. He's full grown for this variety - probably six inches long from nose to tail end, pale green, likes to chirp. I'll have to sit him down one of these days and break the news to him that we're moving. Maybe we'll invite him to join us, if he's willing to start pulling his weight around the house, maybe do some chores to earn his keep.