For the Love of Lizards
Dusting the hutch in my kitchen, I noticed a tiny black pellet on the shelf beside it. Gecko dropping, I thought. There must be a baby gecko in here.
There are lots of geckos here in the Desert Southwest. More than once, I’d spotted one of the small yellow lizards clinging to the outside of my windows. They also turned up inside the house. High up on a wall in the living room. Or in the shower. I’d gotten into the habit of checking the oven and dishwasher before I turned them on. I didn’t want one of the little guys to get hurt.
The biggest danger for a gecko inside a home wasn’t the oven or the dishwasher, though. It was starvation. A gecko
