It’s raining geckos……

We’re sitting out on the deck on this hot tropical night, watching the thunderstorms in the distance. Every so often there’s a loud “plop” as a gecko falls off the ceiling on to the deck. And every so often one falls on us……they get distracted by by their squabbles and amorous adventures, I guess. At least that’s better than the drunken screeching of an Aboriginal woman over at the pub–who sounds like a cross between a circular saw with laryngitis and a cockatoo on speed. Horrible.