Archive for the ‘Critters’ Category

I Told You He Was Psycho.

September 20, 2008

Geico, that is.

He’s supposed to be nocturnal… but as of 1:30 this afternoon, he had still not gone to bed. Every time I walked past his cage, he would attack the side of the cage.

Ever since he bit me the first couple of times… I’ve kept a glove next to the cage, in case I want to handle him when he’s acting sassy. So today I put on the glove and reached for him.

He actually hung onto my gloved finger while I went and got the camera, then took him into the kitchen where the light is best for shooting pictures.

After several minutes of trying to bite through my finger, he finally figured out he wasn’t getting anywhere and tried to let go. Then he discovered that gecko teeth get caught on yarn:

Finally he got himself disentangled and slumped onto my hand for a well-deserved rest.

I put him back in his cage, and he didn’t try anything else. I hope he has finally figured out that it’s waaaay past his bedtime.

What a goofball.

Firefly snaps at the shadows when I walk past her cage, and she has snapped at my fingers a time or two… but as soon as she figures out what she’s snapping at is not edible, she lets go immediately and does not try again. Geico… not so bright. I couldn’t believe how long he hung onto my finger today!


In The E-Mail….

September 8, 2008

… I am now offered a pet nail clipper.

I doubt any of the lizards would sit still to have their nails clipped.

And one of the pet stores is offering a $5 off coupon on my next order.

Really? Gecko-goo costs $3.99. Does this mean they’ll give me the gecko-goo and a dollar too? Uh huh. Sure. And I’m Hermione Granger. (I didn’t even bother clicking through to see how much I’d have to really spend to get that $5 off.)

In other news… Samantha wants to know why I haven’t blogged about Saracuda.

Mostly because practically everyone in my blogroll (that’s the links in the right sidebar, for your flatlanders) has commented. Copiously, fervently and eloquently. Rachel has done a great job, as usual, amongst her other usual topics. If you haven’t read her, go do so. Immediately. I’ll still be here when you get back. I promise. And then click on all the other links in my blogroll.

My Little Predator

July 28, 2008

Did you know a lizard could scream? I didn’t.

Since Firefly seemed to want to hunt, snapping at anything that moved for some weeks now, I finally got her some crickets the other day.

I also decided to let the other lizards have a chance at them before she gobbled them all. Captain Malcolm Reynolds, as usual, was not interested in the least. When I put The Spook into the bucket, he took a halfhearted swipe at one of the bugs but that was all. So I went and got Firefly.

The mistake I made was not getting The Spook out of the bucket before Firefly got within feet of it. She took a great leap off my hand and snapped at the first thing she saw moving–which happened to be The Spook’s back toes.

And the poor little guy screamed.

Not very loud, because whatever vocal cords he has can’t be very big–but a scream nonetheless.

I snatched him out of harm’s way–and he huddled cowering in my hand, hanging on for dear life. This is the critter that usually leaps in any direction to escape being handled. But there he sat, perfectly still, while Firefly made short work of the crickets in the bucket. After I hand-fed The Spook some gecko-goo, he perked up enough to start doing his usual leaping-lizard routine.

I am very lucky he did not throw his tail when he thought he was in mortal danger. With this species of gecko, the tail drop is a single-use defense mechanism that does not grow back; in fact, most crested geckos in the wild are missing their tails.

Hopefully the poor little Spook has gotten over his traumatic experience by now. And Firefly won’t be getting near him again.

Just For Perspective…

July 22, 2008

… this satellite view shows where I live in relation to the recent mountain lion sightings. I left in the yardage marker so you can see how relatively close it is:

One of my walking routes took me right past the park–and often into it, if I needed a drink of water.

For you locals… the mall is in the lower right corner, with the freeway running past it.


July 19, 2008

Okay, I know I said I love big kitties.

Let me re-phrase that. I love big kitties… when they’re behind glass or behind bars. I do not love them up close and personal, thankyouverymuch.

Yesterday’s newspaper announced that a mountain lion had been spotted in the gully next to the softball field of one of the city parks. And unlike the last mountain lion I saw, this one was very much alive.

That park is right along one of the routes I’ve been known to walk.

I don’t believe I’ll be walking that route again any time soon.

I think I’ll go do my walking down at the mall….


July 16, 2008

I love my lizards–but I also love kitties. Even big kitties.

Here is the true story of a lion cub who lived with a couple of guys in London for a while, but when he got too big, he was taken to Africa and rehabilitated into the wild by George Adamson.

A few years later, the guys went back to Africa to visit their pal one last time.

Amazingly, after not having been seen for 9 months, the lion showed up near the camp the night before the two guys showed up, and waited for them. Apparently lions have some mysterious ways of knowing things.The story includes video of the final reunion between the two guys and their former housemate.

Definitely a three-hanky moment.

Does Firefly Need Glasses??

June 28, 2008

My poor little gecko. In the last couple of weeks, after I mist down her cage at night, she has started attacking the water droplets that run down the walls. She must think they’re prey, because she dives right into the glass and bonks her poor little snout. And all she gets for her trouble is a drop of water. Explaining that if she wants water she can get it from her fountain without smacking herself in the face is useless, since she pretends not to understand English.

Memo to self: Got to get that poor girl some bugs to hunt.

Bungle In The Jungle-Updated

May 15, 2008

Question: What’s it like living with a sexually confused (and frustrated) gecko?

Answer: You never know what you’re going to get when you put your hand into his cage….

Poor Geico. He’s not getting any, and it’s highly unlikely he ever WILL get any, because my house is already too crowded with five cages, and I just don’t have what it takes to add babies to the mix; even if I did raise them only to sell. They have to be housed in the meantime. Besides… my girls still are not big enough, by a long shot, to breed.

A few months back Geico got aggressive, but the best guess at the time was a territorial dispute. Back then, he bit me a couple of times, hard enough to actually draw blood.

In the last couple of weeks, he has shown an inordinate interest in my hand–complete with tiny little squeaking noises. The first time he started squeaking while I was holding him, he very gently latched onto the side of my finger.

Uh oh.

I sprayed him in the face to try to get him to let go, and he just looked at me as if to say, what do you think you’re doing, I’m trying to get busy here and you’re spraying me with water! So now, if he lets out the slightest little squeak, he doesn’t get anywhere near my hand. I’ve explained to him over and over that I don’t date outside my species, but he persists in pretending not to understand English.

This morning, because it’s supposed to be very hot today, I went to mist all the cages an extra time. Geico was up and around, way past his bedtime (at 11 o’clock in the morning, no less), front feet in his food dish–and the squeaking started the moment I unzipped his cage.

Very, very confused. The poor boy.

Update: At 2:15 in the afternoon I did nothing more than walk past his cage–and he poked his head out of his hidey-hole, a glint in his eye, and started across the cage toward me.

I told him to go back to bed.

I wonder if they make teeth-proof girl gecko blow-up dolls??

Even Psychos Get Thirsty

February 22, 2008

Exactly What I Need

February 20, 2008

One of the big pet store chains sent me an e-mail inviting me to celebrate pet dental health month.

Uh huh.

First… I don’t think Geico would sit still for me to floss his teeth.

Second… do I really want the guy who tried to bite me again to have nice strong healthy teeth??

And finally, I axe ya… is this the face of a stone-cold psychotic killer???