Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26517142-20190506205831/@comment-36835899-20190723213254

Actually, the box I received DIDN'T pop open.

In fact, when I picked it up, it was suspiciously light.

Still, I took the box inside, figuring maybe it was some minor enchantment reducing the weight to make it easier to manage.

Nope. Opening the box revealed nothing but packing materials and a small packet of paperwork. Either my order was accidentally not placed in the box before it was sealed, or some thieving bastard stole it and resealed it to cover up the crime.

Wait a second…

Sorting through the paperwork, I find a note: “Dear sir; due to an unfortunate incident, we are unable to provide you with the kikimora you requested. As an apology, we have refunded your payment and sent you this maid gecko at no charge. We understand it does not meet your original request, but we hope you will give her a 30-day trial. Should she not be to your satisfaction, feel free to return her at no expense to you. We thank you in advance for your patience and hope to do further business with you in the future.

Maid gecko?

A small booklet in the box describes maid gecko behavior and habits, specifically calling attention to their shy demeanor and almost OCD attitude towards cleaning everything in the home where they reside. Sounds like she would have been interesting… if she were here, that is.

Setting the box aside I head to the kitchen to grab a drink. I stop at the doorway, noting the state of things. Some dishes I left in the sink have all been cleaned. The countertops are sparkling. Even my well-used griddle has been totally degreased and looks practically new.

Raising my head, I speak in what I hope is a non-threatening tone. “I appreciate you wanting to stay out of sight, but you’ve nothing to fear from me. Go ahead and check things over, but I WOULD like to have a face-to-face with you at some point, okay?”

I grab a soda, and after a moment’s thought set out a glass of milk and a plate of cookies on the kitchen table for her, hoping she’ll be interested in a snack while she cleans things. Heading back to my room and my computer, I wonder how long it will take before my new houseguest introduces herself to me.