I AM NOT ALONE–An uninvited guest

My family left Florida to go back to Toronto  after visiting with me for two weeks. It was an empty and lonely feeling after they departed. However I was soon preoccupied with laundry and getting the condo back into semi order. It didn’t help that the washing machine on my floor is broken as well as one of the elevators. It was time consuming  taking my washing down to another floor and back up to use the dryer.

I was also preoccupied with something else. Actually I was not really alone in my condo . I had a houseguest, albeit an uninvited one. A few days ago when I opened my beach bag a gecko jumped out and ran under my dresser and attached himself to the wall. I went to get my son, in the other room to help capture the little critter  but when we returned Little Geckie  had disappeared. He made a brief appearance the next night when he scurried across the hall to a closet and disappeared yet once again.

I googled Geckos and found out they they like warm steamy places. I started following instructions how to make a trap using a shoe box and hot wet paper towels. but I ran into a problem. I didn’t have a shoe box. I had a brilliant idea. I would go buy myself a new pair of shoes. Then I remembered the bad economy and our Candian dollar and changed my mind. So instead I taped two paper cups together and cut out a back door and a front door and  a window covered with glad wrap so Little Geckie could see out and I could see in. I furnished the inside with hot wet paper towels and a piece of cantaloupe.The paper towels  dried , the cantaloupe  shrivelled and I didn’t know where the hell Litle  Geckie was.

I also read that when geckos get upset or feel threatened they shed their tails and the tails keep wagging while the rest of the gecko scrambles away. Now I don’t mind seeing a gecko.They are kind of cute, but if I came across a wagging gecko tail minus the gecko that would really freak me out.

I was  hoping to capture Little Geckie and set him free in time for him to celebrate New Years with his family and friends, but unfortunately my aspirations were shattered . Little Geckies dehydrated body was found in the closet very close to the paper cup trap I had so lovingly prepared for him. I may use the trap for his coffin. He really was a cute little guy for a lizard. I feel like I let him down.

About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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4 Responses to I AM NOT ALONE–An uninvited guest

  1. Ahhhh, poor little thing. But you certainly did all you could do for him. I had that experience with a little turtle many years ago. I was going to pick him up and put him out but heard a crash and went to check on my 10 month old son. When I came back he’d disappeared and I couldn’t find him until a year later and it wasn’t good.

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  2. epsnider says:

    At the cottage we found a large turtle flipped on his back. My husband flipped him over and carried him to the water but the turtle came to life and started thrashing around nearly biting my husband. Mr. turtle flipped out of his hands bounced on the deck and flipped into the lake. We hope he survived the ordeal.

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