The nights of a wild and single man are never dull. Between the clubs, concerts, late-night candlelight dinners followed by cognac on the patio, the parties as well as invites to art show openings and movie premiers, one keeps pretty busy trying to manage some face time with all these events challenging the social calendar. Or so I fathom, since that’s not my life by any stretch.
My nightlife is much tamer, downright boring in fact, compared to that fictitious soul described above. If I make it past the 10 o’clock news I consider the evening daring, and if I can watch a movie late at night and actual see it in one sitting and not spanned over several nights because I keep falling asleep, that’s a miracle. Yes, my nights of late are spent in more quietly reflections suitable to the blogging hermit I am. And so I depend on mother nature to supply my much-needed doses of wild nightlife.
The fellow at the right showed up a few nights ago on my sliding glass door, and as typical with Green Treefrogs, settled in to what appeared to be sleep as he curled up tightly into a barely recognizable blob on the glass. This position, however, is a deception from his true intent to partake of unsuspecting epicurean delights that wander within range of his nimble limbs and ever-quick tongue. The pix here was taken seconds after he sprang from his apparent sleep to nab an appetizer, thus I was able to catch him looking more frog-like than slug-like. I’ve seen these frogs numerous times on the windows over the years but rarely see them in action. Cool stuff; sort of reminds me of my younger days on the dance floor (the nimble part, thank you).
The other frequent visitor is a group of Mediterranean Gecko lizards who simply adore my bedroom window, no doubt from my late-night lights acting like a beacon for wayward bugs of all types…which of course makes my window a cafeteria when you’re a few inches long with cool round sucker toes. These lizards are fun to watch as they wiggle across the window powered by their distinctive s-shaped movements. I had the pleasure of watching a mating pair last week, or at least, the male was trying unsuccessfully to interest the lady lizard. This gecko (and I assume most geckos are the same) had a distinctive mating ritual consisting of arching his tail in an odd way. When the lady gecko moved away uninterested, the dude gecko wiggled over to be in front of her so she could see him better and repeated his little dance, to which the lady gecko simply moved over AGAIN to another spot obviously more intent on scoring a tasty insect rather than submitting to Cupid’s arrow. Maybe he’ll have better luck in the spring. And maybe I’ll get a life and get out of here at some point and find more interesting diversions than watching the hapless mating ritual of the Mediterranean Gecko. A blogging hermit can only take so much mental anguish.