I would, except a) I live nowhere near Boston, and b) I could just search the upper walls of my apartment and find geckos.
(I say upper walls with fingers crossed, since if they’re within feline reach, I invariably have to pick the poor mangled gecko and remove it from the premises. Depending on how long it’s been on the floor, it may or may not still be among the living……)
Very carefully step between the cat[s] and the gecko, try to slide it onto my hand without getting too squeamish, and rush outside to put it down. (While trying to keep said cat[s] from tripping me……)
Then I go wash my hands, and scold the fur-kid[s] for making me pick the gecko up.
I hope this smilinks beauty is a boy, ‘cos I want to propose to him today (it’s still 29th February here).
What a cute smiley little fellow! I swear I can hear the plink plink of the eyelids if I lean in toward my monitor…
Gekkos don’t got no eyelids, they gotsta lick they’s eyeballs. Uck.
YAY for Smiley Guy !!!
(dare I? yup I do)
LEAPIN’ LIZARDS !!!!
Signed,
Not Original At All.
*waves pom-poms for Fird*
Awww, what a happy leetle smilingk face!
What a lot of green and cute green at that.
I long for green (sigh) I’ve had enough of white bring on the green!
I agree! Although we’ve had mostly a brown winter here, so while I’m not complaining, I am definitely ready for some green!
Still my favorite Gecko commersh:
what a cute little smilingk green fella.
Why no hover-text? *withdrawal – Must.Have.Hover.Text.*
Hovertext is there. It says, “Another day of Cute! You’re welcome.”
Whatchu talkin’ ’bout Willis?
I still don’t see it but I’ll take your word for it, although yee be a pyrit queen.
I see it too…
Hey, this reminds me. Does anybody want to go with me to see the gecko exhibit at the Museum of Science in Boston?
Well, I would if I lived anywhere even remotely near Boston….
Thanks for the thought, Mary.
Does anyone who lives near Boston want to go?
I was just there. Da feets! You have been warned…
Where do you live?
I would, except a) I live nowhere near Boston, and b) I could just search the upper walls of my apartment and find geckos.
(I say upper walls with fingers crossed, since if they’re within feline reach, I invariably have to pick the poor mangled gecko and remove it from the premises. Depending on how long it’s been on the floor, it may or may not still be among the living……)
Good lord, what do you do if you find one that’s mangled but still alive?
Very carefully step between the cat[s] and the gecko, try to slide it onto my hand without getting too squeamish, and rush outside to put it down. (While trying to keep said cat[s] from tripping me……)
Then I go wash my hands, and scold the fur-kid[s] for making me pick the gecko up.
Poor little gecko!
@Theresa: you have no idea how many traumatized geckos live in my building…..
Oh, the Reptilianity!
This Leap Year baby wants to thank you for this wee little smiling leeezard present. I lofs him!
Pyrit! “anole day in paradise.” I see what you did there, and it made me