Last summer, our cat was trying to chase ????????? in our apartment and my husband investigated to see what the cat was “playing” with and found a terrified little gecko.
I held our cat as my husband used a piece of paper to scoop up the gecko and take it outside to safety.
Once safe, my husband noticed another smaller baby gecko, so he scooped it up with the paper and brought it outside and set it down by its parent/friend/whatever to reunite them.
A little bit later, my husband noticed the big gecko was still outside just awkwardly chilling and the baby gecko hadn’t moved and that’s when he looked down to inspect and I heard a gasp and then an “Oh no!” and then an “Uhhhh. That’s not a baby gecko. That’s just a tail.”
So, apparently our cat had MURDERED a gecko and my husband actually set its severed body part NEXT TO the surviving gecko, almost as if it were some sort of awful WARNING to all other geckos.
I still get bummed whenever I think about this, but I swear we’re not terrible people. We’re just incredibly dumb.