A week later, the paddy mice at the back of the compound formed what could only be described as a gang and started terrorizing his neighbor’s cat. And there she sat patiently, day after day, as if waiting for an unlikely egg. She somehow managed to drag old car seats and cement sacks through his front gate and mold them into a very uncomfortable-looking roost. The peculiarities could have started before, but it wasn’t until the mongrel from the ice works began to build a nest in his front yard that he took any notice. Siri Paiboun, the national coroner, had been wondering whether his new incarnation might be disruptive to the natural laws of animal behavior. It looked around to get its bearings, then headed once more for the wall.įor over a month, Dr. Siri could see the stunned confusion on its little puckered face. For a house lizard this was the equivalent of a man coming unstuck from the ground and falling up with a crash onto the ceiling. The animal had lost its grip and come plummeting down with a splat onto the bare concrete of the guesthouse floor. On both occasions, the unthinkable had happened. Twice, the small gray creature had scurried up the wall and ventured out across the ceiling. Siri lay beneath the grimy mesh of the mosquito net, watching the lizard’s third attempt.
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