Bradenton — Geckos In

Home.

Henley opened the door. Behind him, the living room was warm, lit by a single kerosene lantern. And on every surface—the ceiling, the walls, the picture frames, the dusty ceiling fan—sat geckos. Dozens of them. Speckled, translucent-bellied, bright-eyed. They blinked slowly, tails curled, unmoving. They looked like little gargoyles keeping watch. geckos in bradenton

The story began last Tuesday, when a Category 3 hurricane was spinning in the Gulf like a lazy top, pointed straight at Tampa Bay. Henley watched the news, then turned it off. He had work to do. the living room was warm

You’re dry. You’re safe. You’re home. the picture frames