LIFE WITH A GECKO HUNTER
Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 12:15 pm
LIFE WITH A GECKO HUNTER
The spouse has had enough and war has been declared
against those bloody geckos, not one will be spared,
and any other rodents who get caught in the strife,
leave our house this instant for the carnage will be rife.
We’ve suffered once before from a blunt gecko offensive,
damage extensive, and for Insurer quite expensive.
A gecko suicide bomber put the air con out of action,
but, this time she’s pre-emptive, no trace of inaction.
The chase has been refined, compared to what it was,
two methods now in use and this is just because
the foe is getting smarter and surely arrogant too,
brazenly teasing, dropping piles of gecko poo.
She’s like an Arizona Ranger with a Big Iron on her hip,
a can of Atlas surface spray so geckos give no lip.
Decked a few also and I really have to say,
a whiff would see them perish if perchance the spray’s astray.
Technique number two’s the Dettol/water combination,
pretty good too for gecko deportation,
then again, the house hums like an emergency ward,
coming home’s not really what one looks toward.
Another suggestion someone said, is to get a cat
however, on that issue we’ve been there and done that.
Confucius, a long term recipient of dinner, B & B
had no effect on geckos, least it seemed that way to me.
So, the skirmish does continue, what news from the front,
the daily bulletin gives a graphic picture of the hunt,
gecko numbers dropping, literally so I'm told,
Big Iron’s working wonders, worth its weight in gold.
Surface spray salvos pock marking the walls,
an extra notch in the can as a gecko falls,
fan is working overtime eliminating pong
cheer the Warrior Princess, she can do no wrong.
Further attributes she can add to the CV,
a graduate with honours of a pest control degree,
one more task to undertake as soon as she reloads,
switch the bout to outdoors and stand up to the toads.
Jeff Thorpe 19 January 2015 ©
The spouse has had enough and war has been declared
against those bloody geckos, not one will be spared,
and any other rodents who get caught in the strife,
leave our house this instant for the carnage will be rife.
We’ve suffered once before from a blunt gecko offensive,
damage extensive, and for Insurer quite expensive.
A gecko suicide bomber put the air con out of action,
but, this time she’s pre-emptive, no trace of inaction.
The chase has been refined, compared to what it was,
two methods now in use and this is just because
the foe is getting smarter and surely arrogant too,
brazenly teasing, dropping piles of gecko poo.
She’s like an Arizona Ranger with a Big Iron on her hip,
a can of Atlas surface spray so geckos give no lip.
Decked a few also and I really have to say,
a whiff would see them perish if perchance the spray’s astray.
Technique number two’s the Dettol/water combination,
pretty good too for gecko deportation,
then again, the house hums like an emergency ward,
coming home’s not really what one looks toward.
Another suggestion someone said, is to get a cat
however, on that issue we’ve been there and done that.
Confucius, a long term recipient of dinner, B & B
had no effect on geckos, least it seemed that way to me.
So, the skirmish does continue, what news from the front,
the daily bulletin gives a graphic picture of the hunt,
gecko numbers dropping, literally so I'm told,
Big Iron’s working wonders, worth its weight in gold.
Surface spray salvos pock marking the walls,
an extra notch in the can as a gecko falls,
fan is working overtime eliminating pong
cheer the Warrior Princess, she can do no wrong.
Further attributes she can add to the CV,
a graduate with honours of a pest control degree,
one more task to undertake as soon as she reloads,
switch the bout to outdoors and stand up to the toads.
Jeff Thorpe 19 January 2015 ©