Sitting down to write about other things, I notice in the corner of the ceiling, a gecko. He clings to his corner, motionless; he must know he has been spotted. I try to think about other things yet am held captive by the gecko. Will he move? I stare. Minutes pass. I look at my computer. I look back at the gecko. I think his head has moved. A picture, yes, I will take a picture. I get up, but alas, suddenly the gecko flies back to his home within the crown molding. It seems I have a new pet. I hear they are good for bugs.