I’m chopping tomatoes in the kitchen. Plop. A little gecko has landed on my bag of cilantro. This is not unusual; neither is its missing tail (gecko tails can regenerate). But then I look up to the ceiling and another gecko is thrashing its head back and forth, with a wriggling tail in its mouth. That thing keeps going in little spasms for an entire minute before the cannibal gecko gulps down the tail and licks its snout.
I have seen a lot of geckos. We figured the other night we must have at least 50 regular household residents. But I have never before seen one gecko eat another gecko’s tail. That’s just rude.