Gecko in my oven

This is actually a re-touched photo of a gecko I saw in El Salvador. The gecko at home was too fast and my camera was too far away.

This is actually a re-touched photo of a gecko I saw in El Salvador. The gecko at home was too fast and my camera was too far away.

I love geckos. I love them in the same way I love spiders — any critter that eats bugs is my friend.

One night, I was packing up the kitchen and getting ready to say goodnight. I opened the back patio door and in slips a white gecko. It instantly realized that I had spotted it and moved to a safe location on the underside of the kitchen counter. I make the mistake of leaning down to look at it. The gecko freaks and skitters into the oven. It is off, but I’m still horrified. I open the door and quickly realize that I cannot see it. I have no idea where it went. To this day, I always have a look inside the oven before I turn it on.

After all, friends don’t bake friends.

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