I think I will name you Harry and Henry. Then I can say to Harry, “Yer a lizard, Harry”. And I saw you invite 5 more friends over to my window the other day. If you want to have a lizzie-fest, please do your job and eat the creepy insects hanging around outside my window.
How and why the hell did you get there?
Dear Pigeons-Mating-on-my-Window sill,
I’m glad I’m such an aphrodasiac for you, but can you please keep it down? Pretending to study, here.
Hey, I know you’re small enough to slip through the holes of my window mesh, so I can’t stop you or anything, but I just wanted to remind you that the room is officially mine, and plus, my skin is DEFINITELY off limits.