He first appeared in our glass window one gloomy afternoon. I just thought he was a common lizard which live in most houses. But wait, his unusually big head and striped tail made me want to take a closer look.
He didn't move nor walk away when I moved closer. Unlike most lizards who leaves fast when he senses someone approaching.
Though slightly bigger than a matured house lizard, I presume he is still a baby. His skin is greyish orange with some dark spots.
Tuko, as it is commonly called in the Philippines, derived its name from the distinct sound 'tukkk-koooo" he makes.
So now explains the tuko sound we hear most nights or late afternoon.
He is here.
In the house.
But since I presume he is still a baby, and not capable of sounding loud and big, his parents are just here somewhere. Yay.
So every night since I first saw this baby gecko I named "Tucky", he is always on the same spot on the glass window feeding on insects. And misses him when he is not around.
And one night, I did not saw him. And many other nights passed, he's not there where he used to be.
Until one morning, I've seen a lifeless and tail-less lizard, lying on the floor, tummy up. Upon examining it, it was a gecko. A baby gecko. My gecko. My Tucky.
I'm teary eyed. Im not expecting this to happen. I still want to see Tucky grow 12 inches long while feeding insects on my window.
But this won't happen now.
The villain?
A cat. The cat who brings home dead mouse and birds to brag his skills. A naturally born hunter. Our Tabby cat. He is guilty of the crime!
But since a kitty is just honing his hunting skills, I forgave him. He is acquitted.
I am sure a new baby gecko will appear on my window again... This time, I won't let anyone hurt him. Not even our Tabby cat.