I have a gecko invasion in my apartment. I counted three the other night. Geckos are tiny lizards that can crawl on walls and ceilings and eat bugz.

One of them are missing it’s tail. They can shed tails if they’re for example coming under heavy avian attack. Or being stepped on late at night in a dark bathroom. I’m so sorry mr Gecko! I expect to wake up one of these days and find one of my legs has been gnawed off during the night.

I love geckos. Not only are they cute, their primary reason of existance is to eat things I hate, like ants and mosquitos.

I hate mosquitos. I’ve spent months of my life hunting and swatting mosquitos that have managed to sneak into my bedroom. I’ve actually become quite apt. I have a fierce backhand, and I can take them out in mid-air. I’m thinking of publishing a how-to book on the topic.

When I get filthy rich I will set aside a specially tagged fund for eradicating mosquitos from this planet (and any other planet should they manage interstellar space travel first. At the rate I’m making money, it’s not a given which will come first. The best-selling how-to book should help here).

As I side bonus I will have cured Malaria. You’re welcome.