Anyway, at the park she found a little baby gecko. Probably an inch and a half long from nose to tail. She caught the little guy with her own hands. She loved it and held it tight between her two little fingers. He got scared and dropped his tail. She thought it was pretty funny how the tail wiggled in her other hand after falling off.
While she was watching the tail wiggling, the now tail-less gecko got away. But, Eden again caught the poor little guy.
She held this gecko tight tight tight. Jonathon and I were both worried for this poor little guys life.
After about 10 minutes of carrying the gecko around, taking him down the slides, and helping him get a drink from the drinking fountain I noticed that the gecko seemed to flop lifelessly around between Eden's fingers. It was pretty sad, but she was in love. Eventually it was time to go, so we talked Eden into leaving the gecko so it could go see his mommy and daddy. She set the poor guy down who we assumed was dead. I looked closely...it was breathing!! I couldn't believe it. Jonathon nudged it's tiny little leg and it crawled away! We couldn't believe this little guy survived Eden's death grip of love. After this Jonathon named him Lucky.
The whole way home she talked about the gecko going home to see his Daddy...crazy.
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