The musings, rants, lusts, frustrations, and works of a girl in her mid-twenties living in New Orleans.
There is an intruder in my kitchen. I'm not sure how he got in, and I was too slow to knock it into my glade-ware container, so now it's climbing up my least accessible wall. I'm not afraid of them, I actually like the little green guys, but I've sprayed so much Raid in my house over the years that I'm worried that I'll end up cleaning up a dead gecko in a few days.
Why are there geckos running around in November? Oh, it's 80 degrees today : )