I used to like geckos. Thought they were cute.
Now they are constantly shitting on my bed and kitchen table. And on me. It’s like they aim for specific targets.
Dirty little bastards :mad:
[Geico Gecko voice]: “Nice bed you’ve got there. Shame if something happened to it.”
Ew. Seriously? Gross.
Do geckos actually have a “gecko” call? Do they squeak “gecko?”
This was a schtick in an old “Jack Armstrong, All-American Boy” episode (old time radio.) Jack and Billy are in Manila, snooping around, and if anyone comes, Betty is supposed to imitate a gecko call. They hear, “Gecko! Gecko!” and think it’s her, but it’s a real gecko…
Realistic? Hokey beyond all hoke? Somewhere maybe in between?
There are hundreds of species of geckos, and of course the different types make different sounds–mostly squeaks. But some larger species do croak out something that sounds vaguely like “gecko.”
Back when I lived in Hawaii, I was having some fun in the bathtub and a gecko got into the fan and splattered itself over my body. It took years before I had private time in the bathtub after that.
Thank you! That’s cuter than anything! It sounds only a little like Betty in the Jack Armstrong episode, but I can definitely hear the word “geck-o” in it!
I have geckos in my house. I really like having them. But they’re a pretty small species. I don’t find gecko crap very often, and it’s a lot better than having roaches.
My geckos make a clicking sound. I like the sound, I like that they eat all the mosquitoes, roaches etc. But I might have to make some diapers for them -_-
l think they’re cute, too and didn’t have a problem with the couple of them that would come in at night during my vacation. Until one night as I lay in bed and watched one creep across the ceiling he came unstuck and fell to the floor. I didn’t know they could fall on my face while I was asleep! Not permitted.
So that led to a nightly chase with a spatula. I chase them out, lie down, they come back in. And so forth.
And now you tell me that on top of that they poop? Yikes.
Not to be too intrusive but are you male or female?
Get a cat to control the geckos, or at least entertainingly chase them.
Yes, and leave lovely carcasses and petrified or putrified gecko bits around.
Hey, if there’s gonna be biological leftovers anyway, may as well involve a playful cat.
In a dim hallway of my house, early one morning, I got up and was lurching stiff-kneed to the bathroom. There, along my way, was a kitty hairball, with the little stringy thing that usually hangs off the end of them.
So I get a paper towel, the better to pick it up with, and as I do I make a discovery. It’s not a hairball, it’s the back half of a mouse! That “little stringy thing” is the tail, along with back feet and about a third of the torso.
My sister’s cat likes to kill gophers (which is just fine with us! Gardeners do not like gophers!) But I was astonished, once, to find a gopher’s facial bones, dissected from the rest of the skull, with almost surgical precision. I didn’t know cats were so delicate and skillful! It was an impromptu anatomy lesson.
Too bad they’re messy, because they’re cute. I should apply this principle every time I think “Oh, I’d love to have a pet _____ . They’re SO adorable!” Maybe red pandas and fennec foxes would smell funny and pee all over the place.
“No time for that now, Billy. We’ve got to find Betty!”
*-- every other Jack Armstrong episode ever *
(hmmm, I’d propose an old time radio drinking game, but we’d all die of alcohol poisoning)
Moved to MPSIMS.