My GPS Camera Phone

After about a half hour of driving on Interstate 95, a little gecko appeared on the windshield, just behind the wiper blade. For some reason, the little guy was trying to find somewhere else to go, which was a bad idea since there was plenty of protection behind the wiper blade.

After a few futile attempts to walk to the other wiper, he finally made it, only to be blown away due to excessive and reckless celebration. I mean this guy was doing back flips and high-fiving himself, forgetting that the car was flying down the highway. While I admired the amazing wiper blade crossing, I had to admit that the partying should have been saved for the exit ramp.

If he had only waited another half-mile, then the party would have been on. But pride got the best of him, leaving him stranded on a four-lane highway.

A gecko without a cause, living life on the edge.