I don't like things that slither and crawl. I'm deathly afraid of snakes; I don't like to garden because worms, which are just very small snakes, freak me out. Everyone knows I both fear and loathe monkeys (everyone knows that, right?) but creepy-crawly things are the worst. So imagine what happened the other morning when I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea only to find this scene waiting for me:
Naturally, my response was to scream and run out of the kitchen. It was more of a yelp than a scream, but still, the situation was not one I was constitutionally able to handle. And since Velu was off for the day and I didn't think 9-1-1 would work from here, I went across the street and explained the dire situation to my cousin, who explained it to her house-man, who came over to deal. We tried opening the kitchen window to shoo them out, that didn't work, and since I couldn't find a dust-pan to capture them in, we... okay, he, used a spatula and some newspaper to coral them and move them to the backyard. Look, I've seen the geckos scampering on the kitchen walls, and that's fine, I know they live in the kitchen and they and their children and cousins will find their way back, and that's also fine, but geckos 1 and 2 need to know their place, and it's not in the sink.
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