This morning I woke up to not one, not two, but three gecko-esque critters hanging out on the magazine basket in the living room. Little lizards are an inescapable part of Florida (and luckily I don’t have a gecko phobia or anything, despite having suffered through an over abundance of Geico commercials) but this spring I am chasing the stupid critters outside several times a day–when I can catch them. Aargh!! Most of my neighbors just shrug and suffer in silence, but not me. Oh no, not me.
One of the lizards’ favorite guerrilla tactics is to camouflage themselves on the steps in front of my door, so that when I arrive at home–especially at night, when it’s too shadowy to tell–they can dart past my feet into my house. Why, lizard gods, why?!
HELP! How do I keep the little buggers from coming inside? And once inside, how do I get them out??