You see, Gecko’s live in the rafters of jungle dwellings. Not so bad when you think of the bugs they devour. But bug eating Geckos have to deposit their waste somewhere. (Katy says not to use the words Gecko poop).
Can you imagine it, Gecko waste, raining down from the rafters at indiscriminate moments. This is something missionaries will not put up with; Not even yours truly, the Old Missionary Statesman.
A few industrious Geckos can rain down digested bug waste onto your bed spreads, your person and your food.
One of the funniest things I saw in this venture into the life of jungle missionaries, was watching a missionary lady carefully sliding the bowls of prepared food to just the right location on the table. Food cannot be directly deposited under a rafter. It doesn’t take a good observant missionary lady long to learn where the safe spots on the table are located.
Careful planning did not work the time Katy prepared a great breakfast for me in our jungle home and our cat fell through the ceiling onto our food laden table. Who would put their cat onto a Styrofoam ceiling? Well, that’s another story.
Back to the Geckos.
Just as missionary women have learned the proper placement of food, missionary men have acquired certain skills in the art of Gecko eradication. You can often see them sitting calmly, in the evening after a cool shower, pellet gun in hand, casually pointing at any Gecko who is foolish enough to stick it’s head over the side of a rafter. [Many missionary men maim multiple majestic _______….anybody got a word for Gecko that starts with an M?] All evening long… Whap! Another Gecko hits the floor; pellets ricocheting around the rafters.
Housebroken Gecko’s would be a great novelty. Eat a bug, trot out side, come back in; eat another bug.
If any of you can tell us how to housebreak a Gecko you will be the missionary’s hero. Suggestions are welcome.
Wiping my head in Palawan,
Macon
A few industrious Geckos can rain down digested bug waste onto your bed spreads, your person and your food.
One of the funniest things I saw in this venture into the life of jungle missionaries, was watching a missionary lady carefully sliding the bowls of prepared food to just the right location on the table. Food cannot be directly deposited under a rafter. It doesn’t take a good observant missionary lady long to learn where the safe spots on the table are located.
Careful planning did not work the time Katy prepared a great breakfast for me in our jungle home and our cat fell through the ceiling onto our food laden table. Who would put their cat onto a Styrofoam ceiling? Well, that’s another story.
Back to the Geckos.
Just as missionary women have learned the proper placement of food, missionary men have acquired certain skills in the art of Gecko eradication. You can often see them sitting calmly, in the evening after a cool shower, pellet gun in hand, casually pointing at any Gecko who is foolish enough to stick it’s head over the side of a rafter. [Many missionary men maim multiple majestic _______….anybody got a word for Gecko that starts with an M?] All evening long… Whap! Another Gecko hits the floor; pellets ricocheting around the rafters.
Housebroken Gecko’s would be a great novelty. Eat a bug, trot out side, come back in; eat another bug.
If any of you can tell us how to housebreak a Gecko you will be the missionary’s hero. Suggestions are welcome.
Wiping my head in Palawan,
Macon