*warning* This is not helpful in anyway, at all.
There was a gecko in my bathroom. I named him The Devil and he ate the souls of the condemned,(when they star out that word, it makes it look a whole lot worse then it is 8D) by which I mean ants and moths that are abundant in my bathroom.
He scared me real bad because I first found him on the edge of the bathtub, and I SWEAR that thing was dead, a broken neck. His eyes buldged and black, clouded over. How I stared at those lifeless eyes. He was big. My whole body froze over. Imagine coming face to face with a dead freaky lizard.(he was see-through as are all the geckos in florida)
Came in again, he was gone, thought my dad got rid of him (was too freaked out to do it myself)
but NO he was ALIVE waiting for me on the window, peering down at me, his eyes now a golden color, with black pupils.
It was the SAME gecko, I stared at him the enough the first time to know.
Even freakyer, he moved, but I never SAW him move. One instant he's be up a window, next he's doing that weird gecko curve body thing.
The Devil lived in my bathroom.