I couldn't find him and figured he'd jumped on the ground and could find his way out (there were a lot of holes in that kitchen cabin). About an hour later, in a different cabin, I was getting my stuff ready for work the next morning and felt something crawling in my dress. The gecko was on my boob. That's right, on my boob. I almost squished him (yikes) cause he felt like a spider or something. So once again, he jumped off me and he booked it underneath my bed. There was no way to get him but again...lots of holes and I assumed he'd let himself out.
The next morning, I got dropped off at my field site (about a 30 minute drive on rough roads). I got out of the car and bent over to put my boots on and said: "What the hell, there's a scorpion in my boot!" The scorpion turned out to be the freaking gecko - again!
Obviously, he's my new spirit animal. Or at least my spirit gecko. I mean, COME ON! I finally was able to get some pictures of him with my point and shoot and found a rocky outcrop for my gecko friend to make a happy new home.
So the other guy...I don't know what he is other than a miniature and adorable dinosaur. I stumbled on him while mountain biking in North Carolina. I stopped for water and found saw this guy nearby. He ran up my bike tire and on crawled up my arm eventually. Super cute. I like cute stuff.