"Gordon's Mom"..... The neighbourhood celebrity!!

Ya lor.... Thanks to one small lil' biawak.

I was out having breakfast at the coffee-shop (3 streets away from my house) this morning and i got to know that the biawak and fire engine topic is the latest neighbourhood's gossip. Everyone's talking about "Gordon's mom's called the fire brigade to catch biawak lah. Who's Gordon's mom ah?" And all the while, Gordon's mom is sitting right behind them, lol. Gossips sure travel fast.

After all the unpacking from the KL trip, we set up our Colema Therapy unit inside the toilet again as our clients, knowing that we're back in town, are coming in. After one client finished with her therapy session on Thursday evening, hubby saw the biawak in the toilet-bowl again.... AAAAARGGGH!!

I thought all the water would have flushed it out of the S-trap, but apparently, it did not. So, i called up my eldest sis and got the Fire Brigade's number from her. My niece commented on that earlier so that's what i did. The fire brigade arrived (thank god without the bee-boo bee-boo) about half an hour later and apologised for being late. They were saving a kitten stuck up a roof elsewhere prior to this. See how friendly and helpful those brave hunks can be.... handsome some more.

As it was evening, many people are out having their evening walk around the neighbourhood and the field opposite my house were filled with kids playing football. So, you can imagine the hoohah the fire engine caused when it arrived. All the neighbourhood's kpcs and children were instantly congregated at my frontyard. The children all being very excited; jumping up and down and whispering among themselves.


Papa greeting firemen upon arrival

So, those brave firemen, in their handsome uniform got down from their truck and entered my house; complete with their weapons of mass destruction. I only managed to snap a few photographs as i had to stay in the bedroom with Gordon; on papa's strict orders :(. Dont want the biawak to jump out and scare Gordon woh....


Firemen in the toilet

The smart lil biawak had gone into hiding already leh. So, those brave firemen had to go back empty handed.... aaawww. They advised me to pour lots of hot water down the toilet to scare the biawak away. It will not kill the biawak; they assured me. Only to warn it that the environment is not condusive for it to stay on.

So, i had to start boiling pots and pots of water to pour down the toilet-bowl (dont frown, k). Papa, still worried that it'll come back, called the plumber over the next day to open up all the sewage tanks' covers to check on the biawak. (Biawaks dont like sun-bathing) We had to ensure that the lil biawak is not inside the tanks and come back up the piping when one of our client is in the midst of the therapy session.

Opening the sewage covers revealed that it comes complete with roller coaster and restaurant. No wonder it keeps returning for more lah. It got in through the one and only sewage outlet located at the backyard and turned our sewage system system into its private theme park with buffet on-the-house. After confirming that the biawak in no longer inside our sewage system, papa instructed the plumber to seal the outlet with netting to prevent it from coming back in. * heave a sigh of relieve*

My previous theory was wrong. I got to know yesterday that it all started a few months ago when the kindergarten behind our house found some biawak eggs in its premises. It did not make a report for fear that it might affect its business. So, the eggs hatched and those lil biawaks have been scurrying around the neighbourhood ever since; growing bigger day by day. See what one selfish act on the kindy's part did to us poor neighbours..... KNN.

On the brighter side of things, my business' been good since the biawak dropped by to say hi. Clients now just buy my Colema Therapy units back home and use it in the comfort their own private bathroom; without biawak as companion.

Hopefully, this will be my last post on the lil biawak. *fingers all crossed*