This blog doesn’t really follow a set format as such. I tend to focus on anything that has interested or entertained me, an event that perhaps defines a place I’m in, a person or group of people I’ve met who have inspired me, a reminder that I don’t live in the UK, or just about anything I feel inclined to record through words and images.
On occasions my blog is serious (see previous posts about UN peacekeepers, reflections on life, etc.), but occasionally it’s the ramblings of a madman. So, welcome trusty readers to my 31st blog post, and allow me to introduce you to a friend of mine. Well, I guess you could say he’s my roommate.
From here on in this roommate shall be referred to as ‘Lenny’, the name I assigned him. In fairness Lenny may not even be male, but for the purposes of this blog post he is, and his name is Lenny.
Lenny arrived one day quite unannounced and made himself at home immediately. I left my desk to make a cup of tea, and when I returned I found Lenny enjoying his own liquid refreshment, attached to an empty fruit juice carton.
I soon realised he’s both agile and determined….
I wasn’t too sure what to feed him, so it’s been a case of trial and error. I’m sure he gets his fair share of mosquitoes, but this piece of guava seemed to take his fancy.
He was more suspicious of these sultanas.
The guava also attracted another of his kind, who I presume is now my second (and as yet unnamed) roommate.
Lenny looked on in intrigued confusion.
We’re both still getting used to each other’s presence, however. On occasions if I get too close or make any sudden movements, Lenny retreats.
And spies on me from a safe distance.
Lenny appreciates creativity and the arts. He enjoys many literary genres. In this instance his book of choice was the Georgetown phone directory…
He also enjoys American sitcoms and has excellent taste.
Yet, his favourite hobby by far is spying on me, and keeping a watchful eye on my movements. The other day he literally spent about 15 minutes just watching me. He needs to get a life…
Nevertheless, I can often feel those beady eyes fixed on me.
Lenny’s friend hasn’t quite built up the same courage yet, and prefers to keep a safe distance. In this case he peered down at me from a crack in the wall…
Although occasionally I catch him when he least expects it. Here he is in my coffee mug, the scamp.
And a very poor attempt at maintaining his anonymity…
So, there you have it. That’s Lenny (and his unnamed friend). He goes about his business in a quiet and unassuming manner, rarely disturbing me, unlike the mosquitoes – the bane of my existence. Lenny is of great use here as he snacks on them. I once saw him try to hunt down a fairly sizeable moth. He failed of course, but I was quite proud of his pluckiness and his spirit!
This isn’t actually the first time I’ve shared my home with a gecko. I had many scaly-tailed roommates in Rwanda too.
For anyone inclined to question my sanity at this point, never fear; Lenny says I’ve got nothing to worry about.
Until next time.
9 thoughts on “Lenny, am I going mad?”
Don’t bring Lenny home with you in your luggage by mistake!
This is undoubtedly my favourite photographic blog to date – Lenny = legend!
Nice blog John and Lenny certainly seems to have taken to you, but I do think it is time for you to come home and restore some sanity !
That was great John and I loved the photos. I hope the young lady who takes over from you will look after Lenny. xx
what a bum!
Good old Lenny – do you have good conversations?
Thanks for the responses! I am now much more inclined to think that there is only one Lenny. This evening he appeared, peered over the desk like he does, and looked around for any food. I take this as a clear sign he now expects food and knows where to find it! I gave him some raisins…
As you said Liz, Good old Lenny…I’m going to miss him!
Lenny is so adorable..
And Mr. John I must say, I really like your affectionate tone and that’s kinda, what made Lenny the protagonist of a story. I really like his taste in books and sitcoms.
He is so cute sir, It reminds me the Lizards of my home I used to stalk often when I felt bored. However, I don’t have any friend from them like you have… Lenny made me feel like I wish I would have one. Unfortunately, all those lizards of my home were more like Lenny’s friend.
You’re friend is really a cute one and intelligent in a way. 🙂