Sweet Baby Jessica in the Well***

Sweet Baby Jessica in the well, we have a situation.   (Not to be confused with Baby Jessica and the Whale, as my husband heard me say.... you do know the Bible story about the little girl falling into the whale don’t you?)                                                                                                                                                             

So last night, I went skipping into the bathroom to take a shower before bed.  What??? You don’t move around your life like a Disney Princess?  

One of the tiny baby Gecko Twins.  This one
is Frozen.  Not in the freezer!!!
Read the stinkin' story, people!
And by the way, my bathtub is not
actually yellow.  It's just crazy iPhone
lighting.

There, looking up at me in the shower, were two of these.

Tiny baby geckos twins.  As soon as one of them saw me,  he ran to the back of the bathtub.  The other sat frozen in fear.   Speed FreakGecko continued making hot laps around the bathtub like he thought he was at Daytona.  I stood staring at the pair of them, trying to figure out what to do.   I didn’t want to touch them, because when stressed they have a tendency to drop their tails,and  who wants that on their conscience as they fall asleep?   

Unlike many people, I don’t harbor any ill will or bad feelings toward the tiny lizards.  They eat spiders, for goodness sake.  Anything that would willingly chomp THOSE things downs has to be good in my book.  

As I watched, Speed Freak rushed down the bathtub drain,  seeking an escape hatch.  
What. The. Heck.

I quickly unscrewed the little drain stopper in the bottom, and all I could see was a tail as he rushed deeper into the drain.  

Geckos 0.  Bathtub Drain 1.

This spurred me into action.   There was no way I could take a bath now.   I couldn’t risk drowning  stupid Speed Freak.  Frozen Gecko stayed true to form, staying right where he was.

I looked closer at him.   He didn’t look to be breathing.  Had the cat gotten him and killed him?  I took a washcloth and moved it toward Frozen.   Whoosh.  

I could see his family resemblance to Speed Freak now,  as he, too rushed down the drain.

Are you stinkin’ kidding me?

I may never be able to bathe again.

Geckos 0.  Bathtub  Drain 2.

I went to Big Daddy and explained the situation, distraught.  There’s no way I can take a shower with two living creatures in the drain.   If they had been spiders, roaches, centipedes, or a myriad of other disgusting creepy crawlies, I would have felt bad for the 30 seconds it takes to lather my hair, and never thought of them again.   The tiny baby  Gecko Twins, though?   I just couldn’t do it.

Big Daddy said he didn’t think they could get out of the bathtub, that it was too slick.  I heard drain, not bathtub, so I tried to figure out a way they could pull themselves out of their own personal well. (See what I did there?)

I put a bendy straw down the drain so they could pull themselves up and out, hopefully silently, so that Psychotikitty didn’t eat them.

I took a “bath” in the sink last night and went to bed positive that by morning they would have magically rescued themselves.

Alas, that was not the case.

This morning when I got up to shower, my plan was simple.  If I saw no geckos, that meant that they had all made the dash to freedom, and life was good.  When  I moved the cover for the drain and pulled out the straw though, much to my chagrin, one of the Gecko Twins was hanging from the straw. At the slightest bit of movement, he let go and dropped back down, rushing out of sight.

 It must have been Speed Freak.

I fretted and I fussed.  Maybe the straw was too slick and he couldn’t figure out how to get all the way out on his own.  Had the other twin escaped?   What was going to happen to them?  Would I ever be able to shower again? 

I devised a new plan.  I attached the bendy straw to a comb.  That way they can use the bendy part of the straw and pull themselves up the comb ladder of freedom.

My super technical Gecko Twin Ladder
of Freedom *patent pending
I would have used a Barbie ladder,
 but The Kid hates Barbie.

Go tiny baby Gecko Twins! Go! Go!

Really. Go.  I want you to go so I can shower. 

My friends want you to go so I can shower.  

Anyone have a free bathroom I can use?

*** For those of you who don't remember, Baby Jessica was a tiny baby who fell down a well.  In her backyard.  It was sad.  She was rescued.  The end.

UPDATE..... I am heartbroken.  I just came home from work and discovered that my husband had dared to shower while I was gone.  He assures me they all escaped and are back home happily with Momma Gecko, snuggled up drinking milk and eating spider cookies.