There I was, minding my own business on the hideously hot front porch, thinking pure thoughts of John Sheppard and ice cubes and possibly Dean but we don't need to go there, do we?
And there it was. *Squirming* up over the side of a pot, tiny head flaring to gaze at me with hot, angry eyes. *Leaping* from the pot to set its sights on my vulnerable bare feet.
...I suppose some of you might call it 'running in my general direction'.
I think I'll stay in my nice, reptile-free, mammal-warm room for the rest of the day. With my bunnies. Who are not reptile, amphibian, or other non-warm blooded, non-egg laying animals.
Am I seriously having a post-gekko reaction headache? Possibly. Or perhaps the fact I slammed into the screen door like the hookman was after my innards may have something to do with that.
You know, every once in a while, I have to wonder if anyone else has these problems. Also, ouch.