Geckos are hell spawn

Years ago on a trip to Tahiti, I laughed with a friend about geckos.  Not in the way you might think though, we laughed about their sinister nature, and their ability to torture people.

"But geckos are so cute and exotic", some say. I say you tend to stop thinking of them as cute and exotic when they keep you up all night with that infernal chirping, or fly at you at Mach 2 while you are naked in a shower.

Tonight I was prompted to write this because there is a gecko living in the air conditioning unit in our room... And it is making the sound.

I hate the chirp. I loathe their little incessant communications. The fact that I don't sleep very well seems to have no effect on the nightly chorus drifting from the air conditioning.

It isn't consistent, it has no pattern, and it always starts just as I drop off to sleep, yanking me back to consciousness. Geckos are Satans little minions.

I go through phases in my death wishes for them, sometimes I am even mildly supportive of their presence, eating the creepy crawlers of the tropics. But tonight I wish them ALL a 
firey death, or a bird death, or a death of rats death, or even a cat death (which is slow and usually involves the loss of a tail).

... Nature assassin