Babeeee cicakkk!

Jerng picked up a baby cicak and told me to take care of it while he and his dad go to pick up his sister. I think he wants to tame it. I wasn't about to hold a lizard for an hour plus, so it's in a biscuit box. (Wonder if they eat biscuit crumbs?)

Our other cousin Derek had a tame one when we were kids. It lived behind the washing machine and would come out when he tapped on it.

They sell for $5 at Petsmart in the US, which means that if I can find some eggs in a drawer somewhere and sneak them through Customs, I could set up a house gecko stud. On the other hand, if I get caught, habislah. Plus, being a biologist, I'm a bit paranoid about inadvertently introducing invasive species...although in Wisconsin that seems unlikely...hehe.

I must not be a normal girl if my SO CUUUUUUUUUUUTE reflex is provoked by reptiles...like the time in the Philippines when I tried to pick up a young pit viper by the tail because I thought it was a vine snake =P