Our frequent visitor scurries along the wall and then pauses, clinging to the spot with the little round pads at the ends of his toes. I think he looks at us with curiosity; we don’t look like most of the folks he’s used to seeing around his home.
He must like us, the gecko that lives here, because it seems he’s invited several of his tinier cousins to stop in for a peek. Or maybe it’s not a friendly gesture, but more of a curiosity, as though we’re big creatures in their little Gecko zoo.
I wonder if he’s making any money off his tiny cousins? Or if it’s a free zoo, where we’re the main attraction? I wonder too if he speaks to his cousins in that heavy accent: “Eet’s like gettin’ pai, wif chips, fo’ free!”
I’ve not named him yet, but I’m thinking up some options. Sandy’s not so sure she wants me getting too attached, but I figure if we’re going to be living in the same house for a while, we might as well become familiar.
Beside, I’ll bet he’s got a name for me already. I wonder …