Six-teen Ju 20

Sadness and tragedy has called at the cloud. Todays image is one thing I awoke to discover on the walkabout and I am just devastated at the loss of Irv the House gecko.

I had grown quite fond of Irv as a house pet because he was trained. Not one time did he scratch at the door, interrupt me from a great night sleep OR scratch at the door to inform me that he had to do a ‘duty’.

Nor did I ever wake in the night to do my own inspection and duty and slip or step into one of Irv’s smelly turds. Come to think of it, I never even SAW one of Irv’s turds and besides, I wouldn’t smell one if I did find one. So I could not tell you if such a stool specimen was running, clumpy, lumpy or amorphous.

He must have moved inside in the late Fall with the seasonal change in temperatures. Yes, Irv was a snow lizard.

I noticed him most often in the solarium around or in the large pineapple. He would move slowly as a species they are cold-blooded. Sometimes he was sneaky and blended in superbly on the frond leaves of the larger bromeliad. When I spotted him, I pretended not to notice or see him and I NEVER spoke to him. I did not contrary to my anti-pet reputation EVER pour water directly onto Irv.

As the season changed and Irv grew more energetic, frisky and I sensed was seeking Hanna, I fully expected to stop seeing him figuring he managed and discovered a way to break out on his own and roam the vast open spaces (to him anyway) of the back yard hoping to find Hanna.

I certainly did not expect to find him like this.

I THINK we can rule out blunt force trauma as COD. Looks more like a classic case of dehydration. TOD the ME estimated at 4:30-5:30 am due to the mixed colorations of green and brown dots.

And finally I am thinking Irv must have been a little slow or can I say retarded here about one of my very few and best friends?

NO. YOU SHOULDN’T. ESPECIALLY IF HE WAS YOUR FRIEND.

Well YOU listen. I say it ‘affectionately’ and not with a mean spirit and besides, he really doesn’t care about such ‘labels of convenience’ any longer.

SO WHERE DO THE SOULS OF DECEASED GECKOS GO?

Are YOU serious?

They have no Heaven or hell at least Irv never mentioned it.

I think from what I have observed here at the cloud that they end up in a mockingbird.

And the mockingbird deals with it.

SO ARE YOU GOING TO JUST LEAVE HIM THERE THAT WAY?

Heavens no.

CSI has been called and should be here later for I cannot rule out foul play.

I may find a clean glass jar of the smaller variety and give old Irv the Joseph Stalin/Lenin/Karl Marx funeral package for perpetual display.

This is tough. Give me a minute.

THANKS!!

Life ends and begins.

YOU MENTIONED A SECOND DISCOVERY ?

Yes indeed.

Also this morning I hear the unmistakable croaking (croak, croak, croak) of a bullfrog or some other vociferous amphibian repeatedly from some secret location in the back yard. No time to track down and capture or chase this one off.

SO WILL YOU DOMESTICATETHIS FROG AND BRING HIM INSIDE TO REPLACE IRV?

What are you CRAZY? NO ONE keeps frogs for pets.

Stay tuned phans, I must now dash to attend formal business duties according to Plan(s).

Unlike Poor Irv, I shall return to carry on and continue these many intriguing investigations of the mysteries of life.

As we know it.

aloha and out ending transmission