I lived in one house here for 10 years. From about the second year, I got into the habit of putting a towel or something on my pillow as there was one (of many) geckos that lived in and around the ceiling joist above the bed. EVERY day, he pooped on my pillow. He even pooped on my pillow if I moved the pillow! Ten years later I move out and start to turn that house into a vacation rental. I bomb the house with a couple of different pest sprays for termites and with the secret hope that the geckos would leave home. Over the next few weeks I notice a lack of poop on the bedroom pillow area, and congratulate myself for sorting out the problem. My firsts guests arrive (I have already scoped out the bedroom to make sure the gecko problem is not a problem) and welcome them and leave them to it. The following day I pop over to ask if everything is Ok, what had I forgotten to put out for them or if they needed anything.
“It’s beautiful here, we love it. There is only one problem, could we get another pillow case please? There is a funny mark/black thing on the other one.” Insert fuming emoji face. Me: “Of course I can do that now’!
In telling my friend about this the other day, she offered her gecko news. Her and her husband were sitting watching TV when a tiny wee little gecko popped out from behind a picture on the wall and she nudged him and said – “isn’t that cute?”. With that, out comes a larger one from the same kind of area. She thinks to herself that this must be the mama or the papa of this little cutie. Well, I am sorry to say that if this was the case then it has a sorry ending. The larger gecko lurched toward the baby and …. ate it in one mouthful.
I didn’t know they were cannibals either! Insert the shruggie emoji I can never see without my glasses.
Corner Casa - Caye Caulker 