There's nothing quite like seeing a tail disappear under a closet door first thing Sunday morning. Oh, how I hoped it was somehow Damon, trying to scare me by hiding in the closet. No. It was Claire's gecko. I caught her (her name is Lily), and yelled for Damon to check the cage. "Are both the other geckos still there?" No, again. Damon's was, Anne's was missing. (Her name is Freckles.) The kids and I searched as much as we could before we had to go to church, and continued the search when we got home. No luck.
A word to the wise: when you move geckos out of their cage on Saturday so you can clean it out, don't leave the geckos in a mouse cage all night while you wait for their reptile rug to dry. Apparently the little ones can squeeze through the mouse cage wires.
It is now 7 PM and Freckles is still at large, spreading Salmonella all over the house or maybe dead at the bottom of the heating vents. Our "how to find a lost leopard gecko" google search suggested putting out little bowls of water to help it survive until it's found. We did that. We're also supposed to pull the back legs off crickets so the gecko can eat, but I don't know if the kids will go for that one. They consider the crickets pets, too. Claire says it's okay that they get eaten, because they get eaten alive. In her mind that's more humane than being killed first.
2 comments:
Oh dear. Good luck with your gecko hunt.
I remember when my brother got a pet mouse (given to him at church) (after being carried in the other boy's pocket while he passed the sacrament...). We came home from school that Monday, to find Mom sitting on the counter, and informing us that the new mouse was under the fridge, and we were to find it before she would come down...
Claire certainly has an interesting perspective. :)
oh dear!
oh. dear.
Good luck!
:-)
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