I wrote this for my Thursday, July 14, newspaper column. I’m reprinting it here so I can show you the above photo. (No room for photos in my daily column.):
Night Life in Panama
Nothing is ever quiet in the tropics, even at night. Life is always happening. It’s always around you. Always on the move. You may not always be able to see it, but you can always hear it.
I like lying in bed listening to the tiny geckos chirping across the ceiling above me and down the sides of the walls, looking for bugs and spiders to eat.
No need to contract with a pest control company down here. Those little geckos already have that concession. /Gary