Stephanie is dead.
(In case you haven't been keeping up, Stephanie was the gecko who lived in my bathroom.)
We hadn't seen her for a few days and we figured she'd found some new hiding places.
Husband was cleaning the bathroom yesterday and he found her curled up under some shelves. He did the only thing he could do. He poked her to make sure (though it was pretty obvious), scooped her up in a Kleenex, and threw her into the trash.
We don't know if this means our bathroom didn't contain enough bugs (not likely--I've seen some ugly specimens in that bathroom), if our cleaning products were slowly poisoning her, or if it was just....her time to go.
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