Living Life in Between

For about a month I have been seeing geckos of all sizes around and in my house. The first sighting came late at night as my family and I drove home in the rain. As we opened our garage door at least a dozen of the tiny lizards scattered up and into the garage. I remember commenting about how many there were. As time passed I began noticing them here and there, mostly hanging around the outside lights of our house looking to catch a meal. One night I almost stepped on a baby one in my house. I quickly tried to catch it but it was fast, hopping (not running) away from me like a flea. It was really hard to catch but I finally got it. Just in time, too because my 20 month old son was trying to step on it (he thought it was a bug). I caught it and cupped it in my hand and peered down at it. It was so tiny and nearly translucent, its tan colored skin so thin and fragile. I let my daughter and son see it and then let it go outside. I have always thought geckos were beautiful creatures and