Death By Door Jamb

Before we pull in or out of the driveway, Nuch has me check for snails for fear of making escargot out of our slithering friends. When there's a cockroach in the kitchen, I don't find the nearest shoe, I get about 10 paper towels, softly grab it and release it outside. The ants from Nuch's mom's garden have basically moved in. All life is precious in the eyes of the Buddha and killing or even harming any life form is a moral crime.

But sometimes it's impossible to maintain a clean karma slate when the potential for death lurks behind every door or, in some cases, the door jamb.

Poor little gecko. What a way to go.