by Nann

Created on: February 25, 2009

Before I continue on with my story, I have to recognize my husband who is the invaluable source of humor in my life. Okay, with that disclosed I feel better, whew. (I sometimes wonder, I say it that way only because I am a first hand witnesses to bizarreness in my life, why things happen the way they do?) Let me set the stage, we had just come back from visiting my family who lived on a very beautiful tropical island, Hawaii. We had got in very late that evening from the airport, so we just threw our luggage in the living room upon getting home (I'm sure you NEVER do that). After about a week, we did decided the luggage didn't match the living room and we would need to remove these eye sores in the EXPRESS LANE, especially since our camping gear was taking on a distinct odor. My husband opened the duffel bag to AIR it out and that was when our little stowaway first appeared. A native, a little baby gecko. He just perched himself up on a fin and looked out at his new world, our living room. My husband and I just FREAKED and LAUGHED out loud over this discovery. We camped out on the lanai (Hawaiian porch) while visiting, so we became quite friendly with these little guys.

Amazed that it survived the flight, we agreed to keep it. So, my husband (who is second to Doctor Doolittle) takes this little guy under his care. We bought Shekie (gecko) a cool aquarium and filled it with tropical dcor, he was SET! Every day our Shekie found a fresh tiny cricket for breakfast waiting for him and clean water. Life was good. Then I get a call at work, ALERT!, my husband is quite baffled on the other end of the phone, Shekie is MISSING! Nothing is worse than an EMPTY pet container, cage or bed. Huh? I had the rest of the day at work to ease my heartache but my husband was in the moment for DAYS! We tore the house up looking for our little guy, to no avail. "Well, honey" I said, he was a cool little guest but he is WILD, ya' know, it was a gift to give back?" With that said, we were resigned to the bleak fact but decided to keep his little aquarium out, pseudo comfort. Weeks had past and I get a call at work, "Honey, you are not going to believe this!" You guessed it, HE FOUND SHEKIE! Inside the couch. UNREAL! (Fat n' sassy, living large off the crumb surplus, I'm sure!) Life was back on its axis, Shekie was back in his aquarium and the "Doolittle" was IN the house! PRAISE THE LORD! We were more conscientious of NOT leaving the lid ajar and not putting the plastic palm in the corner

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