I'm a multitasking ninja, park ranger, and zookeeper all rolled into one. There are dozens of free-roaming, but demanding critters that inhabit my small bit of Isla Mujeres. They have come to expect food, water, and a secure place to live. I am their humble servant.
Geek the Kitchen Gecko, who lives behind the fridge, gives me a loud chuk, chuk, chuk greeting every morning when I turn on the coffee maker. Geek doesn’t require a lot of maintenance, except that he likes a shallow dish of clean water.
A few times, when he has tried to catch a drip from the kitchen tap it has resulted in a traumatic drop into a slippery-sided enclosure with no traction for his Velcro-like feet. Rather than chase a panicky lizard around the sink, or fish him out of Sparky's water bowl, I have settled on leaving a saucer of water on the kitchen counter - just for him.
Occasionally, I pull the fridge away from the wall and vacuum his house, taking care not to suction him up with the poop. In return for our acceptance of his requirements, Geek the Gecko does his best to eliminate mosquitoes and ants.
Before our famous seventeen-year-old Thomas the Cat passed away in April of 2016, there was a succession of kitchen geckos who had a brief and tension-filled existence. Lawrie and I intensely missed our Tommy, but the surviving household geckos had a disco party in celebration of his passing.
Boo, the mini-black-jaguar who started dropping in last fall for food and pats, hasn't shown an interest in eating Geek, yet.
Maybe she knows that Geek has been mentioned in three of my mystery novels. Perhaps she is hoping that if she is kind to him, I will include her in a novel.
| Geek the Kitchen Gecko |
A few times, when he has tried to catch a drip from the kitchen tap it has resulted in a traumatic drop into a slippery-sided enclosure with no traction for his Velcro-like feet. Rather than chase a panicky lizard around the sink, or fish him out of Sparky's water bowl, I have settled on leaving a saucer of water on the kitchen counter - just for him.
| King of the Beach, Thomas |
Before our famous seventeen-year-old Thomas the Cat passed away in April of 2016, there was a succession of kitchen geckos who had a brief and tension-filled existence. Lawrie and I intensely missed our Tommy, but the surviving household geckos had a disco party in celebration of his passing.
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| Boo, black with dark orange undertones |
Boo, the mini-black-jaguar who started dropping in last fall for food and pats, hasn't shown an interest in eating Geek, yet.
Maybe she knows that Geek has been mentioned in three of my mystery novels. Perhaps she is hoping that if she is kind to him, I will include her in a novel.
| Stumpy the Iguana is about 15 years old |
While Geek patrols the interior of the house, the larger lizards inhabit rocky burrows outside. There is a herd of about twenty-five iguanas that mooch bits of fruit, veggies, and leftover pet food.
They are similar to beach dogs, keeping a watchful eye on movements at Casa Rosa, Casa Feliz, our house, Casa K’aay Há, and Punta Piedra. Any indication that someone might be willing to feed them, and the whole group will converge in a scurrying mass, hoping to be the lucky one who gets the piece of mango or papaya. They like to leave the boring broccoli or celery bits for the night-time beach-cleaning crew, the hermit crabs.
| Hernando - I think ... |
| Hermit crab using a Pond's Cold Cream jar |
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| Regular visitors. |
| Sea turtle nests - September, 2019 |
As for my almost-famous divo Sparky, he is a pampered, but lovable, brat. His idea of a perfect day starts with a sunrise golf-cart ride and a swim in the ocean. When we return home, he likes to be served a small breakfast, and then he snoozes under my desk while I work on another novel.
At lunchtime, Sparky enjoys a light snack followed by a mid-day walk on the beach. Late in the afternoon, he will start bumping me with his nose to remind me that he would like another cart ride before cocktail time.
When we return home, we move to the upper ocean-side deck to enjoy our evening treats; wine for me, and a small snack for him.
By seven in the evening, he's sound asleep. In the morning, he'll wake me up at o'dark-hundred to begin his day all over again.
At lunchtime, Sparky enjoys a light snack followed by a mid-day walk on the beach. Late in the afternoon, he will start bumping me with his nose to remind me that he would like another cart ride before cocktail time.
When we return home, we move to the upper ocean-side deck to enjoy our evening treats; wine for me, and a small snack for him.
By seven in the evening, he's sound asleep. In the morning, he'll wake me up at o'dark-hundred to begin his day all over again.
Being a ninja zookeeper at this house is a tough gig.
September 3, 2019
Format: Kindle Edition
Lynda has once again written a great
story of fiction that engages your reading experience with your mind too become
real as life. For those of us who love Isla Mujeres and our favourite places on
the island, reading this series is like being transported to Isla and becoming
friends with the characters and being involved in the story. Congratulations to
Lynda, my favorite island writer.











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