Earlier this week while I was sweeping the kitchen floor, a black bean rolled out from under the dishwasher. At first glance, it looked like a bug, so I was relieved when I realized it was just a remnant of taco night. Not even 30 seconds later, something else started wiggling at my feet. This time I yelped and jumped backward. It was a gecko! Not big or threatening by any means, but not something you expect to sweep up inside your house. I backed out of the kitchen.
It stared at me.
I stared at it.
Tim walked over to see the little guy.
Nicola bolted down the stairs.
“Don’t move! I don’t want it to go back under the dishwasher and hide!” I said in a loud whisper. (Cause at this point I wasn’t taking any chances spooking it.)
Tim ended up trapping it with the only thing we could find within arm’s reach: a clear plastic sheet protector. We noticed when he got scooped up that his tail had split off. It was mesmerizing to watch it wiggle. After a quick google search, we learned that lizards shed their tails when they’re under duress. We took a quick video before we set him, and his still wiggling tail, loose under a tree. (The lizard is still very much alive in the video below, but I think at this very moment was playing dead.)