I have a pet gecko. He lives behind my calendar. I like him better than my pet cockroach, who lives in my pit latrine. Fatou, however, does not like my pet gecko at all. She spotted him crawling along my wall one day and took off a shoe so that she could attempt to beat it to death. “Binta,” she said, “do not accept this inside your house. It is not good. It will pee.” Personally, I’d rather have a little pee on my floor than the splattered body of a gecko plastered against my wall.
On the other hand, my pet gecko is sort of destructive. I often need to sweep small chunks of concrete from my floor and one day I discovered it was the gecko who was knocking the pieces of concrete off the wall and to the floor.
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