I got some photos of my geckoes from my flatmates. Including the new baby gecko, which as you can see, looks like a bit of a freakish large headed thing. It’s still pretty little though.
One of the other geckos (Copernicus I think) playing on the exciting climbing equipment.
We’ll skip the bit where the geckoes run around in circles, unable to notice the crickets, and sometimes lie there while the crickets run over them.
Here we have: gecko aware that there are crickets in the cage. Attempting to stalk them. But cannot actually see the cricket, so is stalking thin air. With fierce determination.
And moving onto gecko saying “Aha, Mr. Cricket, my evil nemesis, soooo, we meet again!”
This can be following by 1) the gecko biting the sand near the cricket, and running around with a mouth full of grains of sand for a while. Or 2) managing to bite the cricket, and running around with bits of cricket sticking out either side of it’s mouth, as desperate attempts are made to swallow the meal instead of letting it get away. It’s a fine line.