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Double joints.

Barely three minutes on the road, and already I noticed something wriggling near the right side mirror of the car.

A tail. Beautiful yellow stripes all over its small body. A pair of beady yellow eyes. Dainty little toes then show themselves on the window.

The tiny creature was hanging on for dear life as the car shuddered and hit uneven surfaces of the tarred Malaysian roads.

My mind raced as I tried to find ways to rescue the little one – which mostly consisted of hitting the button to roll down the window and letting it in – but the thought of having it crawling all over the steering wheel, and eventually onto my fingers, up my arms and all, was enough to put the suicidal thought aside.

More often than not, my mind was conjuring images of the creature losing its precarious grip, falling off the car and onto the busy highway, with it wheeling around only to see a big, black, rubbery thing fast approaching – and still not knowing what hit it then.

... I gritted my teeth. Forty minutes. Can you hang on for that long? Please do.

My eyes occasionally flicked to the right side mirror, checking to see if the creature was still there. Another bump on the road. The wind nearly blowing its little toes off. Trying to get a better grip. I heard a mental plea for help.

Hang on, hang on. I was going at about 70-80 km/h.

I checked on the creature again, possibly for the 58th time. To my horror, it was not there anymore.

Oh, my.

I peered at the side mirror, hoping to catch a glance of the creature stuck at the side of the door, perhaps – but it was not easy, when the winding roads and insane drivers of other vehicles in front demand your fullest attention.

So. That was the end of it, huh. And to think I actually felt a little depressed over the unceremonious disappearance of this little slimy thing. Sniff.

Ten minutes passed.

Then, the by-now familiar tail miraculously showed up again.


I have never wanted to be stuck in a traffic jam before. Today I was fervently wishing that there would be a brief crawl at the least.

I brought a gecko home. Still alive.

Well, it will just have to make do with a new home in our garden.

Details of this entry.Wednesday, November 01, 2006, filed under Personal.
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  1. Think you drive way too fast… ladidum…

    Wong | 02/11/06 09:46 AM

  2. Wong – Mr Gecko would have flew right off if I did that!

    Strizzt | 02/11/06 08:25 PM

  3. A Gecko! Kewl … ! :-)

    pugly | 03/11/06 09:14 AM

  4. Pugly – Yep, a gecko that got a free ride and travelled more than 30km! I wonder where it’s at now…

    Strizzt | 03/11/06 10:24 PM

  5. 70-80km/h? roadhogger!

    soporific | 05/11/06 12:56 PM

  6. Soporific – I was not in the fast lane leh…

    Strizzt | 06/11/06 07:01 PM

  7. i was just being sarky, u know, cause someone was saying that’s too fast… cause like, some of us have places we need to be…

    soporific | 12/11/06 09:05 PM

  8. Soporific – Oh well, we all have places to go to at all times…

    Strizzt | 13/11/06 08:19 PM

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