superlative comedy
I’ve been here for five months now. I’ve started to notice that there’s a lot of in-fighting amongst the geckos who live in my room over who gets to walk on my face when I sleep. Nestle in my mouth. Do they actually do this? This is one of my greatest fears.
A group of them live in my air-conditioner. I’ve named them after the Royal Family, but can never remember who is who. Camilla’s the fat one. Princess Beatrice is the one in the hat.
