First, the snake (see previous post), then, James the gecko.
You know Jingle, the kitten that isn’t ours, that we feed, and love, and snuggle?! Yeah, that one. Well, here in Costa Rica the cat and mouse game is more often played with lizards. There’s a gazillion geckos here. I love it because they eat everything I don’t like. I hardly ever see insects in my house, spiders are a rare sight, and I thank the geckos for that. They work tirelessly to keep me happy. I compensate them by supporting their efforts and letting them stay in the house whenever they want, even when it scares the bejezus out of me. Like the other morning when I was sitting innocently on the toilet with crusty, half open eyes and caught a glimpse of one speeding across the wall just ten inches from my face. I jumped up, panties down, and ran screaming out of my bedroom, but still… I let him stay.
Anyway. James. The cat tore the skin off of half of his body. Sera was watching in horror. She swooped him up and immediately had that primal maternal twinkle in her eye. The healing ritual was about to begin, eight year old style. First, a comfortable bed and blanket made out of toilet paper. Then, a borrowed bed from her My Little Pony castle. Then, a lizard bath. Then, propped up on a chair next to her so he could watch her play Fusion Frenzy. He liked that part best, she says.
It was another great opportunity to discuss the wonder of life, and what becomes of it when we’re no longer occupying the body. Of course, her heart was set on him surviving, so we talked about that, too. Hours passed. She brought him with her everywhere. So patient and full of hope.
She says the other geckos came to visit him while we were sleeping. “They know he’s here, and they’ll want to see him when we’re not awake.”
A gazillion geckos at least, but in his time of need, this one was going to get the royal treatment because in the heart of a very sweet little girl, there is no other thing to do. James was gone before bedtime.
On the bright side, one of her brothers told her that when James passed a new gecko would likely be born. This made her happy. Very happy. And believe it or not, we turn around and right there on the patio wall…
gecko love. then this morning, the promise of a gecko baby.