Before we came, Sandy and I had talked about getting a dog or a cat. While that might happen sometime in the future, we do have pets. We have four geckos. Well, I think there are four – Sandy thinks there are more. They are very kind to share the apartment with us and seem to be only mildly annoyed that we’re here. They eat mosquitoes and don’t shed or bark, so we’re happy. Because I’m here alone, I find myself talking to them when they come out during the day. The biggest one is Charlie, then there is George, Lloyd, and Sebastian (named after the goldfish we had in France). We’re not sure that they are all boys, but thanks to years of Geico commercials, I imagine that every gecko is male and speaks with an English accent.