It stalks its prey in the darkness of night. Its beady eyes shining across the room. "Cheep, cheep, cheep," it peeps, scurrying from beneath the frame of calla lilies on the wall. It's on the prowl for any trespassers, and I welcome it's appetite. ........He's the house gecko!
No, as my dad lamely joked, he does not offer any other types of insurance, but it serves its pest-patrol purpose well and is usually quite tidy about it. Plus they are tiny and adorable and sort of pink-colored.
Unfortunately, being that they are nocturnal, I don't have any photos. In lieu of the house gecko, please accept this photo of it's Amazonian brethren, a bigger, well-fed fellow that was visible by candlelight.
As you can see, they prefer corners and stay close to the ceilings. This is fun when you have to clean their poops.
A version of these friendly reptiles has been introduced to my home state. The reason? To keep grillos and cucarachas at bay in my college town. Maybe I won't have to miss the house gecko after all. That is, if they ever migrate past the campus.