In the prior post, I predicted the gecko’s dropped tail would be stripped to bone by the end of the day. I forgot to check that night, but fortunately remembered the next morning.
I say fortunate because that was the morning our housekeeper makes her weekly visit, and I neglected to tell her not to clean up the bone on the veranda. (She’s used to such bizarre requests. For eight weeks I wouldn’t let her suck a spider web down the vacuum cleaner because I was feeding the spider. The week that spider finally expired was one of the happiest our poor housekeeper has ever experienced. She was positively jubilant sucking that dusty web away.)
Sure enough, when I got back home after teaching my Pilates class, the bone was long gone and the veranda was tidy. D’oh! I wanted to look at it with my wife’s geological loupe — I’ve never seen vertebrae that tiny.
But I did snap a photo before leaving for class, so with a little cropping and magnification, here is what a dropped gecko tail looks like after 36 hours.
Ants are efficient.