where are they now: Roommate Version

i was reminded yesterday of one of the ODDEST roommates that i ever shared a roof with. let's call her...Ellen.
Ellen had a pet gecko (have to ease the reader INTO the story).
however, upon moving in with Ellen, i found that not only did she talk to said pet (named Pavlov), but she would also put it on a miniature leash (i'm laughing as i type, but i'm NOT lying) and she would let Pavlov run around on the counter while attached to her wrist during her dinner-making attempts.
during one month (not week - MONTH), she had bought worms for him to eat, spilled the container of worms in her bedroom, which was on the way to my laundry facilities, and left the worms sit there for the entire month in the wood shavings in which they came.
and, one day, Pavlov got sick. really sick. to the point where Ellen spent upwards of $300 to have his arm hooked up to an IV.
can we just all pause for a minute and mentally visualize a TINY gecko lying on his back, with an IV hooked up to minuscule biceps?
i imagine him asking for juice and cookies afterwards.
so...she brought him home and was VERY distraught over the little guy. unfortunately his condition did NOT improve and he passed away.
and the girl proceeded to put him in a cool whip container in my freezer, aptly marked "Pavlov". i think i lost sleep over this, and i certainly could NOT eat anything from the freezer or even bear to open the door.
finally she cleaned up the damn worms though!
R.I.P. Pavlov!