For Carey.

Shower gecko 2.JPGSo I’m in the shower the other day, & I don’t have my contacts in, which means I can tell generally where the shower is but that’s about it. Out of the corner of my eye I see something move. I know right away what it is, because I am experienced with visitors in the shower, having lived on my share of local mountain sides.

Shower gecko.JPG
Geckos just have this way of moving, different from roaches, centipedes, & cane spiders. If they were upright, they would be seductive. Ok, maybe not. But anyway, I knew it was a gecko. And geckos are toast in my house. Because I have 2 cats.

There was this huge yellow (gross!) gecko living around my desk. I knew it was huge because I saw its poop, & once I heard it thumping around. I don’t like having geckos around where I can’t see them because I hate cleaning them up if they get smashed accidentally. My techs once made me close my eyes & hold out my hand so they could give me a mummified baby gecko (dried up, found in a light fixture). I had considered eating it just to get back at them, but I probably would have been just as grossed out as them. Ha ha. Yeah, I get these stupid ideas sometimes.

Anyway, I eventually found the large gecko. He stood (lay? sat?) on the wall in the study, tail gone & missing probably a third of his skin. He had this resigned look. My cats sat below him, looking innocently in other directions. Prodding him with a broomstick didn’t inspire him much; eventually I got him to crawl onto a box & I took him outside. Where he probably died in his sleep. Of injuries.
Shower gecko 3.JPG

So I chase the baby gecko back & forth, back & forth. It was so little I was afraid I’d hurt it. I talked baby talk to it (don’t you know, that’s what baby geckos like.), & eventually I coaxed it onto my hand.

Then I had to get through the cats. They were waiting outside the bathroom door. See, I use that same baby talk tone of voice with them & they probably thought I was saying something like, “Oh, good little kitties, Mommy has a snack for you!”

The baby gecko was into jumping. He wasn’t tired yet. So what does he do? He jumps — on me. The cats were amused. I’d wrapped myself in a towel & I must have looked ridiculous trying to catch the lizard on my torso & my towel at the same time & trying not to smash it & all.

Long story short, I got the baby gecko outside, where my roommate Joy laughed at me because it refused to get off my hand. I think it finally noticed the cats.

The end.

4 Comments so far

  1. Carey (unregistered) on August 6th, 2005 @ 11:49 pm

    you’re so brave, i can’t stand the texture of those geckos lol. sometimes i’d find the baby geckos dead, stuck in the carpet. and those big ones really take a beating b4 they die. one time our house on kauai got tented for fumigation and when we came back, geckos were dead in the middle of the floors, posed like statues. gross!


  2. Burt (unregistered) on August 7th, 2005 @ 11:03 pm

    I’d like to know what you are doing with a camera in the shower? You must carry that camera where ever you go. ;-)


  3. Lauren (unregistered) on August 7th, 2005 @ 11:15 pm

    It’s actually built in to my forehead. =)


  4. Audrey (unregistered) on August 11th, 2005 @ 12:35 am

    Haha! Well, I’m glad the story had a happy ending. :) No smashed geckos, that’s a great thing! I accidently smashed a gecko once… It screamed… Kind of traumatic.



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