When we volunteered along the border in 2009, I asked Stephen about the lizards on the ceiling & walls. They made me nervous. He assured me they have very sticky grips and don’t fall.
I now know that was a lie, whether intentional or unintentional, for my benefit or not.
Within weeks of being there one fell on my foot and attached itself securely–something it couldn’t manage to do to the ceiling, mind you–as I danced around trying to shake him off.
Today at 6am, I was barely awake–and thus barely balancing on the squatty potty–as one fell off the bathroom ceiling onto my shoulder. My shoulder, folks. That’s much closer to my head. Despite jumping off to the side, I didn’t scream, so maybe that’s an improvement?
So no matter what anybody tells you, they do fall. And yet, for some reason they don’t fall on Stephen? But they’ll probably fall on you.