I killed a gecko today. I naturally hate thing that creep and crawl. I hate it when they get into my house. Un-invited. I was going into the kitchen to get a snack. That was when I saw it, balancing on my wall like it owned the place. I took a step forward and it moved in sync. I was upset. I waited for a bit, and the " idiat " also waited, playing a game with me. So I went to the kitchen and picked up a broom. I was scared and bold at the same time. Scared that it would jump at me, bold that I could kill it. I also took a can of insecticide. I was so battle ready and glad that no one was in to watch my drama. I sprayed it first with insecticide and it promptly fell to the ground. I screamed and jumped back, then started using my broom to attack. It climbed back on the wall, and I tried to hit it forcefully, in the process, I grazed the knuckle of my index finger. That didn't stop me for a second. I hit it again and chopped off the tail. It climbed back up and I hit it...
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