Home-owning hazard no. 1

As a recent homeowner, I have more than my share of new responsibilities. One of which is my newly acquired landscape. I’m pretty much used to balcony gardens from my apartment renting days, which is basically just potted plants and wind-chimes. Now I have full on greenery that stretches farther than just a few steps and all the nuisances that comes with it. Namely: wildlife.

This morning I was watering the front yard and a flurry of dragonflies, bees, butterflies and dirt-dobbers were abound. I tried not to swat at bees of course, as a gardening friend of mine had warned me before so I just went along my merry way, watering and sweating up a storm. But at one point I saw/felt something scurry up my leg…

I squealed of course and jumped back. I did a little wiggle and shook my leg. I thought what had decided to set up camp in my pants had flown away because the next thing I saw was a bug (bee? wasp?) fly overhead. I was at ease thinking I no longer had a visitor in my jeans. But then I felt a scampering in a place I shall not disclosed.  I quickly ran into the house and dropped trough. Sure enough a little gecko scampering out and into the bathroom. Yes folks. A lizard was in my pants. I ran to find something to catch it with. My cat Tiger Lily seemed amused. She didn’t go after him though and just when I though she was at least going to swat at it, my little friend (I now shall call him Frankie) ran behind the sink cabinet.

I got a towel and closed the bathroom door. I put the towel in front of the door to block Frankie if he tried to get out. Then I waited about 45 minutes, grabbed Lily and we went hunting again. This time Frankie was on the wall and I knocked him down with a broom. Lily just stared at him as I tried to scoop him up into a container but alas, he ran back to his hiding place. He’s probably still there…

I talked to my friend and others who basically said having a little gecko in the house can be a good thing — they kill spiders and such. Plus (if Lily ever figures out to attack him) Frankie can be some good protein for my cat. So now we wait…and next time I water the yard, I will wear a long dress. Sure it may make it an easier route, but at least then if it happens again, I can shake Frankie off with one jump.

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4 responses to this post.

  1. Sorry. I know I am not supposed to laugh but a lizard in my pants?

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  2. I’m with Mike. And Frankie is a very good name for your little friend.

    I would personally rather have a Frankie the Gecko (sounds all gangsta) in my house than all the little nasty critters he eats.

    Perhaps Lily and Frankie will become friends. Then again, you may step in Frankie entrails in the morning. mmm yummy!

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  3. Better check with your GBY or call a fumigator.
    Geckos hunt bugs.

    Ya know I love ya but you set yourself up for that one !

    OMG ! Jenice has flys in her pussy !
    Then again, if you put a dab of honey on yer speed bump…
    Ah, never mind.
    Just pokin fun at ya girl.

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  4. Micky! You cheeky monkey!

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