January 6, 2011
It’s 12:35 a.m. and I’m doing laundry. I saw our second Gecko tonight. Well, really he’s our first Gecko, El. I haven’t seen him for a week. I thought Blondie chased him off. I called the second one Blondie because the two of them faced off like a couple of characters in a Spaghetti Western. I could almost hear the theme for the ‘Good, the Bad and the Ugly’ playing when they’d stop and face each other, their tails whipping ferociously.
One of the less appealing sides of Geckos is that they are cannibalistic, and I was afraid Blondie may have dined on El. Reminds me of the old Gecko joke, “did you hear about the Gecko who passed his friend in the jungle?”
Anyway, they are both still here enjoying their honey and bananas.
For about three days we didn’t see either one and I thought that between the air-conditioner, my nocturnal activities, and the decimation of the cucaracha population, they had moved one. Once again, I had mixed emotions. Then one morning about 3:00, I turned on the galley light to make tea, and there was Blondie licking honey out of his dish. He was startled and after waving his tail at me, he lept to the wall and went outside through the crack at the top of the hatch.
No wonder I don’t find Gecko poop, our Geckos are boat-broken.