Three hours ago…
“Kid, can you watch the shop for a bit while I take a shower?” I asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
“Sure, I’ll go down,” Brother #3 answered, but I wasn’t paying attention to his answer anymore. I was staring at the side of his door, the part that gets exposed when the door is opened inwards and I jerked my hand away.
“Ewwww… gross! Did you know that you have a dead cicak on your door?!”
He didn’t. But ew. Ew ew ew. It was all bluish (original colour being pale yellow) with brownish dried blood? at the part of the tail that breaks off as part of the self-defense mechanism and its beady black eyes staring.
Who knows how long it has been dead squashed there between two hard places.
GROSS.
It’s still there, by the way. I would take pictures of it and post it here just for the heck of it, but I don’t really want look at it again and again. >_< When the heck is my brother going to get rid of it?
Translation:
cicak = lizard