Welcome to Jorge's House of Death.
Sometimes geckos are at the wrong place at the wrong time.
I know this because a few door frames at this house are decorated with their skeletons.
I always found these things more fascinating than gross because their corpses were already very dry and crispy so I knew it must have happened a long time ago, before we even lived here.
Then I found this guy.
Aw man. A freshy. That means it was us.
How many of you have to die before you realize a door is not a place to hang out?
So cleanup is going to require my favorite tool for picking up the gross.
First attempt resulted in removing just his tail.
Try again. Easy does it.
I literally had to peel it off.
There we go.
And then I threw him on the roof.