when gekkos attack

A gekko just attacked me.

There I was, minding my own business on the hideously hot front porch, thinking pure thoughts of John Sheppard and ice cubes and possibly Dean but we don't need to go there, do we?

And there it was. *Squirming* up over the side of a pot, tiny head flaring to gaze at me with hot, angry eyes. *Leaping* from the pot to set its sights on my vulnerable bare feet.

...I suppose some of you might call it 'running in my general direction'.

I think I'll stay in my nice, reptile-free, mammal-warm room for the rest of the day. With my bunnies. Who are not reptile, amphibian, or other non-warm blooded, non-egg laying animals.

Am I seriously having a post-gekko reaction headache? Possibly. Or perhaps the fact I slammed into the screen door like the hookman was after my innards may have something to do with that.

You know, every once in a while, I have to wonder if anyone else has these problems. Also, ouch.

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Um. No, you're not the only one.
A few months ago we had a big storm that blew a tree down. The X came over and brought his chainsaw and while I was clearing some limbs out I looked down and there was a largish gko looking up at me as if to say "HEY Hands off my HOUSE" So to make sure he wasn't going to end up in the landfill with the growing pile of tree at the curb, I grabbed him and showed him first to my X, who used to always complain about them because they had a knack for gettig squished in every possible doorjamb. But once I held it up, it wriggled free and latched onto the side of my hand. We watched it hang there for a minute before it fell off and scampered away.
Also, this time of year they start migrating indoors to find coolness and water so they're always jumping down from things and skittering across floors. The larger ones don't seem to have a problem letting me know they don't want me messing with them by doing that mouth-openy thing.