Log #42, House Critters


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Updated December 11th

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Our little gecko is a silent one, no clicks or chattering, but somehow Gale has been able to locate him (her?), as well as a few other critters.





Our little cricket eater lives behind the fidge where it's warm, and also protected from feline predators. He's nocturnal, so there's no telling where he roams when the rest of us are asleep. We sighted him, once, upstairs on the bedroom ceiling.

Gale caught sight of him, twice. Both times the gecko was stuck to the wall in the vertical, close to home. Gale shot to the top of the fridge, but he was no match for the speedy lizard, who whipped down the wall to safety while Gale was still mid-air.

We're hoping that the fridge motor provides the required warmth for the gecko (the house temp hovers at a constant 68 degrees) because we'd like him to stick around and eat as many bugs as he can find. Crickets seem to be a favorite, and where there are crickets, there are scorpions. We'd just as soon have neither, and as a bonus, gecko sightings are fun for all!

And speaking of critters, Stan found the petrified body of a huge, 3.5-inch centipede in the laundry room. Sure hope his living relatives don't come looking for him.





My friend, Gwen, of cat sanctuary fame, says not to worry about scorpions or centipedes because the cats will take care of them. That must be true, because we found another scorpion one morning, but someone had already dispatched him. Too bad the felines aren't such a threat to the roaches.

Both kitties treat cucarachas like wind-up toys, something to play with but not to kill. Stan performs the killing, on all fours, wielding a fly swatter, screaming, "Death to the infidel." It usually takes a few false starts to wrest the beast from the kitties and then to chase the slinky thing down. Ugh.

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