One fine day, in the afternoon...
*found a dead cicak on the floor, which has decayed and turned into skeleton instead*
*thinking on what to do next*
Should I sweep it off the floor? ...I don't want to drag it around...
Should I mop it off the floor instead? ...eew! that would be even worst!
There's no way, I would use my hand to pick it up...
*throws baby wipe on it instead*
Now...what...?
*after hesitating way too long, decided to pick it up using hand*
*fingers felt crushing the bones*
*let it go quickly*
*paused, then decided to just pick it up and throw it away quickly*
Yeah...I hate cicak with all my body and soul...
