I miss not having a dog around. Sure, they’re often a pain in the pooper what with having to feed them regularly, take them for walks, bathe and groom them. All that sort of thing. But here at the house in Boquerón my lease says I can’t have pets without the consent of the owner. Well the owner lives in Texas so I just ignore them and have pets anyway. No, not a dog, a cat or a kinkajoo. There was a rabbit out on the lawn a couple of nights ago but I’d rather eat one than have one as a pet.

No, the pets I have came to live me of their own volition. Small, funny, common house geckos. I mean, with the exception of house flies, how can you not love something that’s able to walk as easily on the ceiling as on the floor?

There’s no need to feed them. They feed themselves and with the exception of spiders, you’ve never seen a place for spiders like Panama, they eat all the bugs that find there way inside the house.

Yesterday, though, I had an uninvited intruder who probably wanted to be a pet, too, but since these animals are vegetarians it wouldn’t pay its weight around here.

It took me nearly half an hour chasing after the intruder with a broom before I was finally able to get it outside and it didn’t seem to take rejection well.



1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

One response to “Pets

  1. That big boy doesn’t look very happy, does he? My gosh – look at those long toes! I suppose that’s part of what helps them climb and cling.

    Those geckos show up everywhere, don’t they? They were all over Liberia, of course, but they pop up here, too, and I think I remember them in California. They look a little weird – that color, and those bulging eyes – but they don’t do a bit of harm. I always enjoy coming across one – usually at night, scuttling into the shadows.