I Must Be A Worse Housekeeper Than I Thought.... But Now I'm Breeding Geckos?

I must admit I've not been a great housekeeper since the children grew up and moved out on their own. Sure, if I know we have company coming, I will shift into high gear and get the job done. That's always a great motivator, isn't it? And sure, I have a housekeeper that comes every Wednesday, who is worth her weight in gold.

Unfortunately, I have this one room... It happens to be my den/office. No one is ever allowed in this room except for Mr. Snoots, occasionally. I often refer to this private room of mine as the Crap Room. You know. Because it is so filled with Wonderful Crap Treasures, and its contents cover every category I can possibly think of. It is my biggest humiliation, as far as my home goes. Well, besides the yard and the guest house and the.... You get what I mean, surely. I believe my Crap Room is most likely the equivalent of what you might find in some *Bag Lady's* shopping cart, only on a much larger scale.


In the mornings, the first thing I do is come into this room, crank up the computer and get my daily requirement of pills from my desk drawer. The only difference this morning was that when I opened one of the bottles I fumbled the ball bottle. Little tiny, round pills rolled and scattered in every direction across the floor, as I thought to myself that I would never be able to find them all.

Frankly, this is the ONLY part of my Crap Room that I'm willing to reveal. Ten inches in any direction could cause shock and heart attacks or strokes. I promise.

So, I get down on my hands and knees, prepared to begin my search. I was thinking to myself that I really need to clean this room... very soon. You know it's really bad when you, yourself are totally and completely grossed out in your own private room.


As I was picking up tiny little pills with my fingernails, I was lifting things in search of the tiny little round tablets that had brought me to my knees in the first place. I lifted my purse and almost slammed it back down when I thought I saw something. I reached for my glasses with the bifocals so I could actually see. To my utter amazement I see a tiny little Gecko, its skin almost transparent and fleshy in color.


Being the rabid blogger that I am, I immediately reached for my camera in order to get in a shot before he scurried away, at which point I'd probably not have a hope in Hell of finding him again. I was barely able to get one shot before the sweet (and probably scared witless) little thing disappeared.


Of course, if this had been the first time I'd found one, I wouldn't give it a second thought. However, this was approximately the fifth one I've come across in the last several months. The last one I found was actually trying to escape from my Crap Room, but I managed to gingerly capture it and take him out front, to the flower bed. Then, I cursed myself for not getting a picture of him first (for the blog, of course). Holy Geckos Batman! Does this mean I'm breeding them in my den Crap Room?

I was curious as to whether anyone else in the world has ever had this happen. So, of course, I did a Google search and was flat out amazed by the returns I was offered by Google. Not only has this happened to thousands of others, but I discovered they are perfectly marvelous little creatures that eat bugs. Yippeeee! My own personal collection of Bug Zappers. I am totally thrilled with this knowledge and I will never again escort one outside. On the contrary. If I see them outside I will gently escort them into the house.


I tell you, it is sometimes like Wild Kingdom around here. I just love good things that devour bad things, don't you? I also discovered that they bring good luck, as well as keep the cockroaches at bay. Suddenly, I love these little guys! I found a hilarious video someone shot of one on youtube, so click and watch, if you care to.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0mlMVx42Rw