Saturday, 4 April 2009

Learning to love lizards

When I was 12 I went on holiday to Mauritius.

Mauritius was lovely. The only thing I didn't like about the place was the lizards.

Every night there would be four of five teeny-tiny geckos running around on the ceiling.

I was petrified. I cried. A lot. (Yes, I was twelve!)

My greatest fear was that a lizard would lose its grip and fall off the ceiling and plunge into my open, snoring mouth. That would not have been fun!


When I was 16 I went on holiday to Lombok.

One evening as I was brushing my teeth a teeny-tiny gecko appeared from behind the bathroom mirror.

I screamed.

Not just a little girlie scream.

Oh no. A giant, ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream.

I must have deafened the lizard. It ran away pretty sharpish! I certainly scared my family.


Ok, I know it's completely irrational and ridiculous. But I was genuinely scared of them. They move so fast, it is rumoured that if you pull their tails they fall off, and they could so000 easily lose their grip.

You will be glad to know that I haven't yet cried or screamed once at the sight of a gecko on this trip.

And it's not just geckos that I am now brave to.

On Mira Beach there were monitor lizards. Big 'uns. About a meter long, including their tails.

I must admit i was startled when I first saw one. But there were no shrill screams coming from my mouth.

They also had lizards that were smaller than monitor lizards but bigger than geckos. These were in all different colours, and they tended to hang out near the communal bathroom. So even in the middle of the night when I was confronted with the lizards face to face, I was brave and I was bold. Oh yeah!

I am definitely over the whole scared of lizards thing. Yes!

1 comment:

  1. Just remember they eat the mosquitos, which has to be the best thing going. x