Gekko who’s coming to dinner.

Every once in a while, I see in the corner of my eye something dark and darting, usually high on the wall. It gives me a real start until I realize it’s a gekko. I don’t know much about gekkos, but find them surprisingly cute. I do know they eat bugs, which is a welcome and all-too-rare feature in a house guest, particularly now that tiger mosquitoes have arrived in Abruzzo.




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