I open the washer, pull out the shirts and...PLOP.
I look to my right and there perched on the edge of the washer is a very clean, very dead, 3" long gecko.
I nearly threw up all over those shirts.
Oh, and a giant Chimpanzee nearly scarred my daughter for life by getting in a fight with another one, then slamming into the glass window she was peering into while learning all about awesome nature.
How was your weekend?