My New Leachie

We had entirely too much excitement this morning! I asked my husband to weigh Chirrut while I was cleaning his enclosure, and Chirrut demonstrated his jumping abilities, multiple times, then scurried under the couch!

My husband started digging under the couch, adult son wandered in and was drafted, and I was getting things out of the way. Fortunately, son decided to shake out fabric-ish things that came from under/behind the couch, and found Chirrut in a scarf.

There was much relief! Fortunately, the beagles were outside, and when the searching started the husky-mix decided it looked like cleaning and evacuated the area.


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So fabulous congratulations can not wait to see him with a little size on him also love the name you choose 😊♥️

Wow, I bet you were all frantically trying to find that little stinker !!!

They must be pretty fast after all.

Glad you found him and all is well :)

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Originally Posted by zina10

Wow, I bet you were all frantically trying to find that little stinker !!!

They must be pretty fast after all.

Glad you found him and all is well :)

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Oh yeah, even though my son regularly chants “NO NEW PETS”, he was helping search.

You look at him sitting there, pretending to be cork bark, and don’t think he’s going to be lively. Then he flings himself around, and I totally understand how Leapin’ Leachies chose their name. The adult I held at a local show climbed my arm fairly promptly, too, but wasn’t as dare-devil as Chirrut. I’m hoping he settles down as he gets bigger and off the bottom rung of the food chain. :)



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LOL. Reminds me of the time one of my gargoyle geckos decided not to cooperate with pictures and scurried underneath / behind a fridge. That was fun :/ I now do pics away from my large appliances.

My 180g boy still likes to jump... But not as often as he did when little. I honestly can't tell if working with him for a year has made much difference in his attitude to being handled.

I opened the enclosure door last night to mist and put in fresh food last night, and his little leachie face appeared. He looked like he was thinking of sneaking out the gap between the door and the wall (which opens up when you open the door), so I put my hand up to block the space. For a second I wondered if he was going to start being cage-defensive, but then he scurried along his pipe insulation branch and disappeared into his greenery.

If the attempted escape made Chirrut braver, I won’t complain.

I got tagged twice by my big (2.5+ kg) Bredli on Sunday, so I just couldn’t get worked up about a baby gecko giving me the stink eye. :)


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AAARGH! He did it again Monday night, to me this time! I was about to put Chirrut back in his enclosure, and he flung himself onto the floor and scurried under the couch. Fortunately, the curious beagle was only curious, and not in full-on hunting mode, and so he was slow. Clearly, we need to work on our leachie-handling skills. Or set up a booth with nowhere to hide. Or both.

Summoned my son, and we started pulling stuff out, moved the couch, more stuff littered about. I found Chirrut hiding in/under some soft stuff again, and deliberately left some of them as a Chirrut-trap while we were cleaning up, although I really, really don’t want another repeat.

And then he definitely ate Monday night, based on the state of the remaining gecko smoothie and the grubby little feety-prints on the glass. :) And the living room is cleaner.

Sunday husband and I went to S.E.W.E.R.Fest, in Sturtevant (Racine-ish, bit south of Milwaukee) Wisconsin. Nice show, all reptiles/herps, no imports allowed, all the vendors seemed decent (Scott Smith’s has some kinda grungy/iffy ones, IMO). Pangea was there and I picked up a second magnetic feeding cup and some fruit and bugs mix (so of course Chirrut ate the watermelon-mango Monday night), and a whole bunch of feeders for the sneks. My husband and son were chanting “no new pets” at me that morning, but it was my husband who fell in love with a rescue Hermann’s tortoise, but resisted.



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You may have to start handling him in the shower... I do that with some of my jumpy gargs...especially after that one got under the fridge. I still carry his tub into the stand-up shower (glass door, so he can't get out) before I open it and clean it lol.

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You may have to start handling him in the shower...

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I don’t think the shower curtain is going to slow this little guy down. But at least in the tub there’d be less for him to hide under. :)


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Hmm . . . we’ve got a tent somewhere in the house . . .


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