Our mailbox, like, two minutes ago:
If that isn’t a deaded gecko or chameleon or mini crocodile or what else saurus spawn we might have in our garden. Oh my, his or her life was obviously a grand adventure and lots of fun, frolicking in our dark mailbox instead of the shrubs and bushes in the garden, trying to catch the one or other fly or moshy or whatever they could find. Hmmm, can it be, just maybe, they starved to death? I mean, what gecko of distinction would ever live in a mailbox? What a stupid fuk! I pity the fool.