I argued with a gecko

There is a gecko living above the bathroom light. Tonight it made a sound roughly translating to "you again." I told it the ceiling was my territory too. It blinked slowly, the way a landlord blinks at a late rent complaint, and resumed its post.

We have reached an uneasy détente. It gets the upper third of the room; I get the lower two-thirds and the mild, ongoing suspicion that it is winning.