I stepped on a gecko...they have a mighty crunch
Yes...it is as unpleasant as it sounds. I typically work late in the shop, switching from work to personal projects. I usually don't head out until close to 8pm and by then the sun is long gone. Contrary to the sunny tropical image Hawaii has, night comes early. Sunset falls around 7:30. Year round. We don't mess with that daylight savings thing out here in the Pacific.
I digress...
Geckos. Skittering geckos everywhere.
Saturday one peaked its head out from beneath the piles of fabric on my table. He stuck around for a while, crawling over my scissors and across my patterns. Slowly changing colors as he did before eventually scurrying into hiding among my books.
Tonight I startled a gaggle (what is the proper word for a gathering of geckos anyway) that were lurking on the darkened landing after hours. When I flipped the light on and descended the stairs they skittered out of my way...most unnoticed until they moved due to their skill replicating the unusual pink paint job on the floor. One didn't move quite fast enough.
Resulting in a mighty crunch.
That ended with a gooey sensation.
I felt terrible...
I digress...
Geckos. Skittering geckos everywhere.
Saturday one peaked its head out from beneath the piles of fabric on my table. He stuck around for a while, crawling over my scissors and across my patterns. Slowly changing colors as he did before eventually scurrying into hiding among my books.
Tonight I startled a gaggle (what is the proper word for a gathering of geckos anyway) that were lurking on the darkened landing after hours. When I flipped the light on and descended the stairs they skittered out of my way...most unnoticed until they moved due to their skill replicating the unusual pink paint job on the floor. One didn't move quite fast enough.
Resulting in a mighty crunch.
That ended with a gooey sensation.
I felt terrible...
posted by Unknown at
4:24 AM
2 Comments:
Eeew! Hope you had your rubba slippas on at least.
Don't feel too bad. Darwinism in action?
I know what you mean. I used to look at the crushed snails on my doorstep and think, What kind of a person goes stomping on harmless snails? Then one morning after a rainstorm I stepped out of my door and Crunch. Now I get it. It wasn't intentional. Still, now when I see the snails trying to cross the pavement, I give them a list and toss them over the walkway in the direction they were headed.
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