TOO MUCH NATURE! Part 57

This gecko was in my kitchen sink when I went to get my coffee this morning. I had a tiny freak-out. As nature-girlish as I sometimes seem, I HAVE NO DESIRE WHATSOEVER TO PICK UP REPTILES WITH MY BARE HANDS. 
No. No, no, no. 

And why would this happen when Glen is out of town? 
Oh hell. Why wouldn't it? 

I'm sorry. I really am a wimp when it comes to scaly, crawly, possibly moist things. I admire them, I love to take pictures of lizards sunning in the daytime or on the screen at night. They are fascinating. I am not overly afraid of snakes unless they are venomous. Frogs and toads are very cool and incredibly interesting and also vitally important to our ecosystems. But I am not picking any of these lovely creatures up. 
I'm simply not. 
So of course I texted Glen who is, of course, in Alabama, a picture of the gecko with the word, "HELP!"  
He advised me to throw a towel on it, wrap it around the lizard, and toss it outside. 
Uh, no. I might inadvertently have touched it. 

Now you can trap a bee or a wasp with a jar and a saucer (and in fact I just did that) but what sort of device would there be that I could flatten against the curved sink that would contain the gecko? 

I sent the picture to the children too. Hank suggested that I lean a stick of some sort in the sink that would reach the top so that the little guy could climb out. I guess that although geckos can walk across a ceiling, they can't climb out of a damn sink. I knew he'd fallen in because he'd knocked a school picture of Waylon off the shelf above that had been propped up on a little bottle. 
So first I put a wooden spoon in the sink for the gecko to use as a bridge and then I found a ruler which seemed like an even better choice. But then the gecko climbed into the drain. 
By now I was ready to call Morgan, who lives next door and who is a Jefferson County Sheriff. Surely he would know what to do. But look- that's just not the right thing to do. I need to save Morgan for bigger emergencies than that by which I mean if a snake gets in the kitchen. 
Which has happened before.

So I just left the gecko and his props right where they were and then later, I ran the water into the other side of the double sink, hoping not to drown the poor creature, which made him come back up into the sink and when I got back from my walk I saw no sign of it and so it's either down the drain somewhere or free-ranging in my kitchen which is probably fine because they eat bugs but oh Lord, I do not want to see him again. 

My walk was okay. It looks like Harvey is for sure taking apart the trailer on his property. He was sitting in his chair with his back to the road so he didn't see me or if he did, he chose to ignore me and I just walked on past. I made another detour into a relatively private area to pee today, but not the one with the trail cam. This one is not in downtown Lloyd. There are planted pines and all sorts of bushes and briars so I have to be careful but a bright pink object got my attention. I thought maybe it was a piece of trash, but no! 

The blossom is pretty small and it's just as delicate as you can imagine, growing right there by itself amongst the dewberry brambles and other assorted wild things. I so wanted to dig it up and bring it home but I knew its thorns would cut me and beside that, I didn't have anything to dig with so I let it be. I'll be checking on it though to see those buds open up. 

I went to Publix this afternoon. As usual I thought I needed only a few things but of course "need" is a rather subjective word. But I didn't go too crazy. I got to see Lily because she was working in the liquor store. I asked her how she likes her new house which oddly, I don't think I've asked her since they've been staying there. She says she loves it and the way it's laid out but it will be a lot better when they get things unpacked. I have no idea how she gets anything done with a job and three children. Eventually, it will all be sorted and arranged and won't that be wonderful?

Mr. Moon called me last night at the ungodly hour of 11:42 p.m. He had forgotten that he's an hour behind me in Alabama. 
"You're pretty bold to assume I'm still awake," I said to him. 
"You're right," he said. "I'm sorry."
I told him it was alright. I was actually still awake, reading an article about Percival Everett that was published in the New Yorker.  

I had just finished my second reading of "James" and then found the article which seemed like a fine example of synchronicity. Everett is a fascinating man. I also just finished listening to his book The Trees a few hours ago. So in the last few weeks, I have read James twice with my eyes and  I Am Not Sidney Poitier and The Trees with my ears. I have a copy of his Dr. No on my vanity and I will probably crack that one open tonight. 
Yes. I am a little obsessed. 

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Thirty-five years ago today I was in early labor with Jessie. I have been thinking about that all day long. I told her yesterday, "I know this is crazy but I wish you could have been at that birth. I mean...I know you WERE but I don't think you remember that much of it."
She laughed. She understood. 
Oh, how swiftly those thirty-five years have flown. She is a grown woman now, with two babies of her own. I don't have the words in me right now to express how grateful I am for my four births, all resulting in healthy babies who have grown up to be the joys of my life. 

I'll probably talk some more about this tomorrow. You know me. 

Now it's time to go cook some salmon for my supper. I haven't done much today but I did take that walk, I did do my shopping, and I did sit down at the piano. When I was with Lily I looked at the time and said, "Oh! I've got to go! It's almost time to play piano!" 

I even have a schedule for when Glen is gone. I'm crazy. I know it. 

Oh well. 

Love...Ms. Moon