An Open Letter
Dear Geckos that live in my kitchen,
I realize that you find my kitchen to be the perfect summer home, and I realize that the back door has a little space at the bottom that you can squeeze through, but we have dogs. And pesticide around the floor boards. So far, I have managed to save 5 or 6 of you, but if this continues, I can’t guarantee additional protection. You may think that this is some kind of karmic retribution, but believe me when I say that I didn’t mean to set that lizard on fire that one time (plus, it was a really long time ago, and there is no way I could have known it was in the firewood before I lit the fire, and I cried for a really long time. I’m still scarred.).
Sure, I love the Geico lizard, and I love Burt Bacharach, but you really have to stop making my kitchen your new home. You’re cute, but looks will only get you so far. For your own good, please consider relocating to the garden.
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
The Nice (Not Lizard Killing) Lady That Owns the Kitchen
August 28th, 2006 at 3:41 pm
hey Merrin!
I have one big gecko living in my pantry… now it’s not a very big pantry, but still… I knock on the door so it will hide … scares the begeebers out of me… but I don’t want to use a sticky trap to get him or posion. So after 3 years I guess he’s staying.
🙂