Last night I could not sleep and decided to have a midnight milo. I went into the kitchen without turning the lights on and reached for the jar. As I opened it up and went to put my spoon in, I realised that my milo smelt a bit damp...and there seemed to be a streak of black in there. 'Probably water leaked in' I thought as I flipped on the light.
A dead gecko lay with it's head buried in the milo.
This was a real dilemma...milo is my treat, but that was the damp gecko blood I had smelt.
In the end I tipped half the milo powder, and the gecko, into the bin and then continued on making myself a hot milo out of the same jar. Ahh... how I've adapted to the life of a missionary.
A dead gecko lay with it's head buried in the milo.
This was a real dilemma...milo is my treat, but that was the damp gecko blood I had smelt.
In the end I tipped half the milo powder, and the gecko, into the bin and then continued on making myself a hot milo out of the same jar. Ahh... how I've adapted to the life of a missionary.
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