To Gecko, again:

Nightmarish fiend! You crept into my subconscious last night and starred in another gripping performance of Godzilla Goes to Mali.
What, you don’t remember? That is because it wasn’t really you. In my mind’s ever so complicated system of metaphors and analogies, you were symbolized by none other than a Beanie Baby. [...]

To Gecko, on your appearance in my toilet:

Living in a third-world country has afforded me many opportunities to experience genuine fear.  Taxi rides down dark roads at 1am, for instance.  Putting my hand into a community bowl and eating whatever I grab. Terrifying, if I actually think about it.  But you, Gecko, have given me the true gift of fear, for now [...]