It was almost two and a half years ago that I wrote a post called Australia’s NOT Bad Things. It featured a little creature we get quite a few of around the house and at the time I described them as “cute”.
Cute is not a word I would use to describe them today. More on that in a minute.
The day (Saturday) started badly when Mrs BobinOz had to take one of our newly acquired cats to the vet. Remy had started to develop what I can only describe as a camels hump. One abscess drain off later, plus an antibiotic prescription and that hump was a lot smaller and we were $88 lighter.
But that was only the beginning. The day was about to get a lot worse and a little weird.
As Mrs BobinOz and Elizabeth were returning home in the car, from out of nowhere somebody smashed straight into the back of them!
Well, that’s what they thought had happened. The sheer force and sound of the ‘impact’ had scared the life out of the pair of them. But no one had hit them; no one had come near them…..
That afternoon, we took the car to a tyre company to get the tyre replaced. Although I felt a tyre exploding whilst attached to the back of the car (as opposed to being one of a team of four tyres adjoined to the axles of the car and forming traction with the tarmac in order to propel the vehicle along the road in the manner to which we are accustomed) was weird, I was expecting some kind of explanation.
Something like “oh, it’s the heat, this sort of thing happens all the time in Australia”. Or “oh, it’s because we are on 153° longitude, this sort of thing happens all the time in Australia”. Or even “it’s because we are upside down, this sort of thing happens all the time in Australia”.
Nobody at the tyre place had ever seen anything like it. We departed with our new spare tyre and a small slip of paper to remind us our bank card had been debited $159.
Anyway, they say bad luck comes in threes…..
Cute? Not any more.
This is my electricity power board and as you can see, a small gecko likes the look of it…….
Six o’clock on a Saturday evening is not the best of times to have an electrical crisis.
Fortunately, one of my friends is an electrician and was able to pop down and get my power up and running again. Otherwise an emergency electrician would have probably charged me something like $300. I didn’t have to pay that, but I do owe my mate one great big favour.
My friend said in all his time as an electrician, he’d only ever come across one gecko previously that had caused this kind of damage.
Well, in all my time in Australia, I’ve only ever come across one gecko previously that had caused this kind of damage too.
About 18 months ago, this thing stopped working…..
It’s the electrical motor that opens and closes my garage door. It was still under warranty when it broke, but as the repair man peeled off a fried gecko from the circuit board, he politely informed me that sort of thing wasn’t covered by their guaranteed.
That one cost me $296!
Geckos, a pain in the arc!
So all in all, a bad day in Australia. But on reflection, not as bad as my original bad, bad, bad day in Australia.