There were these brown chunks on our walls. Some are smaller, some are bigger, and they're mainly on only a few walls, but they're there. I would pull them off with a tissue, but they left a mark. I thought maybe they were alive. I wondered if they were small slugs.
Then Christian came over, and he told me that they were gecko poo. We do see geckos running around our apartment. Though sometimes they scared the shit out of me (like yesterday when it bolted out from behind a picture right next to me and ran behind a piece of furniture), I always had nice feelings for them, because they eat bugs. I wanted more. Now that I know I'm cleaning up their poo, though, I feel different. Yuck.