“I don’t know. Look.”
He knelt beside me. We stared at the two strange objects in silence.
“Are those… eggs?” he asked.
“I think so.”
“From what?”
“I don’t know.”
We called our neighbor, who happened to be a biology teacher. She came over, took one look, and smiled.
“Those are lizard eggs,” she said. “Probably from a house gecko. They’re harmless.”
Harmless. Lizards. In my bedroom.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.
The Backstory (How They Got There)
We had seen lizards in the house before. Small, quick, harmless creatures that scurried across walls and ceilings. We usually shooed them outside and thought nothing of it.
Apparently, one of them had decided that the corner of our bedroom—the warm, quiet corner beside the bed frame—was the perfect place to lay her eggs.
Lizards lay their eggs in protected areas with stable temperatures and humidity. The space between the bed frame and the wall was dark, undisturbed, and consistently warm. It was, from a lizard’s perspective, a perfect nursery.
I couldn’t even be mad. It was actually kind of impressive.
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