Life’s a Traveling Circus
Life’s a Traveling Circus
Well, I’m grumpy. I’ve got a back molar that has needed a root canal since the end of September, and I can’t get it fixed until the end of this month. (Totally my fault; a tale of fear and loathing at the dentist office. Terrifying!) Thankfully the pain is now gone, and I’m praying that there’ll be a cancellation so I can get in sooner and just get it done with.
Libby came over for dinner last week to see how I was doing, and when it was time to go she opened the front door to find a small surprise on the door sill.
“Close the door!” I said.
“But it might be your prince,” she replied.
I shook my head. “I had my prince and at the moment I’m not interested in another. And, if it gets in the house, you’re staying here until you find it and get it out. I’m not having it climb into bed with me!” (The next time we got together, she mentioned the frog and said she saw the neighborhood cat in the yard as she was leaving that night. She figures the poor little frog was sitting on the doorsill thinking to itself “please let me in, oh, please let me in.”)
We sneaked out the garage door so I could get a picture of it, and discovered several geckos keeping it company. (Bodyguards, perhaps?)
Didn’t get a very good pic of the peeping gecko, but the ceiling lounger took a better one, even though I was concerned it might drop on my head.
I don’t really care for things that are small and move fast, especially when they’re in my house. I vacuumed up a gecko when we first moved here. I turned on the guest bathroom light and something squiggled underneath the cabinet. I thought it might be another scorpion (I got bit by one on moving day, and my sister-in-law killed another in the bathroom after the dog tore a toilet paper roll apart trying to see what it was.) So I armed myself with the vacuum hose and when it tried to make a break by climbing the shower curtain I sucked it right up. Then I realized what it was, so I took off the vacuum tank and set it carefully out in the garage so the poor thing could escape.
I know there’s another one (or possibly two) in the house as I write this, but so far they’ve managed to avoid me and the vacuum. They must’ve heard the story from the first victim. I found a little dead one in the foyer one day. Didn’t scare me because it couldn’t move, but I was afraid Bayley would eat it. She seemed pretty interested.
There’s also a snake that slithered under the TuffShed in the back yard, gray with a sort of pink stripe down its back from what I could see once I got over my startle and it disappeared. I’m fervently hoping it has become so disturbed by the lawn mower, weed eater and nosy snuffling dog that it’s moved on to more peaceful pastures. I’m not up to wrangling these creatures around.
