STUTFL
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Okay, so I have a gecko. I used to own small, furry mammals so my knowledge of The Cold-Blooded Ones is limited, at best. Luckily, I'm pretty sure the STUTFL is more leopard than gecko.
Anyhow.
Before going into any detail about his current setup (admittedly not the best), I'd better let y'all know what his previous digs were like.
Same cage (ten gal.) as now, slightly different innards. Hidey-log, rock-shaped water dish (or just rock-shaped dish, when it dried up), and ... um ...
I'm thinking ...
Oh, right, there was lizard bark stuff for cage liner.
Did I mention the light?
Bright, bright thing over the cage all day. Probably what kept him from freezing, since the place was cold as death in winter and he was situated near what was either a door or a window in a better life ... but still. Even my tiny idiot brain could figure right off that he was a Creature of the Night, with those big cat eyes.
Feeding system: Dump two dozen chirpers (well, they weren't chirping crickets, but crickets'll always be chirpers to me) in the cage with him. Let the 20 or so he didn't eat climb all over him until he gets hungry again or they die.
Understandably, he took to sleeping on whatever was highest in the cage when the light was off.
Sooo, friend of mine permanently borrows him and his buddy Ed (tortoise) from their owner, and lets me choose who to look after. Naturally, I take the gecko.
So now he's here. Well, not here. I'm off for two days to see the MOA while I have a car. But any other day, he'd be "here."
He's got a big twisty stick and a coupla rocks added to his cage now, plus a little rock-ramp so he can sit half-in half-out of the water dish (which actually has some water in it now ... he drinks like a cat).
No proper heat source but me at the moment ... though half the cage's near the heater in winter and the (curtained) west window in the summer, and it rarely if ever gets under 70, so he's still better off in that department.
He's not incredibly active, which makes sense, though he does climb around on the stick and sit on top of his log when I'm not watching. And he definitely has the energy to run or jump if I'm carrying him and he suddenly sees somewhere he needs to be RIGHT NOW. Once this was a potted lemon tree. Interesting getting him out of there. If you weren't sure, lemons are majorly thorny trees.
He wasn't sure about being picked up at first (he squealed at me and ran), but we've got a system worked out. Well, he worked it out. I obediently followed along.
The chirpers stay in their own cage for now (can't help projecting bad memories for him, what with his old setup), so he gets ferried over to them when it's eatin' time.
Once it's sundown (he makes it very clear that he will NOT be taken out of his cage when daylight is present), I check to see if he's on his branch or peeping out from the hidey-log. If he is, I stick my hand in the cage. If he's not hungry, he closes his eyes and turns around so he's not facing me anymore, like I'm an insufferable bother to him. If he is hungry, he'll stick his head out until his throat is touching my hand. He "tastes" it a couple times (if I taste/smell like something weird, like lotion or oranges, he won't come any closer), then climbs on up. If he's cold, he finds a pulse point and flattens himself out for a few minutes. If he's warm, he'll climb up my arm and into my hair, if I'm not paying attention.
I take him to the chirper cage and let him down. If he's having a hard time finding them, I'll blow on their hiding places until they run out into his line of vision. I'd just hate to feed him from a dish, because it's so freakin' fun to watch him hunt.
When he's full, he climbs up to the highest point and paws at the walls until he finds my hand, which he sits on for a while to re-warm while I take him back to his cage.
Currently all I've got for him is the chirpers. Clearly, the setup could use work. It's not starting from scratch, exactly, but something parallel to it. Any advice will be appreciated, questions answered to the best of my recollection, and reprimands ... well, my handling of those tends to vary, but knock yourselves out.
Anyhow.
Before going into any detail about his current setup (admittedly not the best), I'd better let y'all know what his previous digs were like.
Same cage (ten gal.) as now, slightly different innards. Hidey-log, rock-shaped water dish (or just rock-shaped dish, when it dried up), and ... um ...
I'm thinking ...
Oh, right, there was lizard bark stuff for cage liner.
Did I mention the light?
Bright, bright thing over the cage all day. Probably what kept him from freezing, since the place was cold as death in winter and he was situated near what was either a door or a window in a better life ... but still. Even my tiny idiot brain could figure right off that he was a Creature of the Night, with those big cat eyes.
Feeding system: Dump two dozen chirpers (well, they weren't chirping crickets, but crickets'll always be chirpers to me) in the cage with him. Let the 20 or so he didn't eat climb all over him until he gets hungry again or they die.
Understandably, he took to sleeping on whatever was highest in the cage when the light was off.
Sooo, friend of mine permanently borrows him and his buddy Ed (tortoise) from their owner, and lets me choose who to look after. Naturally, I take the gecko.
So now he's here. Well, not here. I'm off for two days to see the MOA while I have a car. But any other day, he'd be "here."
He's got a big twisty stick and a coupla rocks added to his cage now, plus a little rock-ramp so he can sit half-in half-out of the water dish (which actually has some water in it now ... he drinks like a cat).
No proper heat source but me at the moment ... though half the cage's near the heater in winter and the (curtained) west window in the summer, and it rarely if ever gets under 70, so he's still better off in that department.
He's not incredibly active, which makes sense, though he does climb around on the stick and sit on top of his log when I'm not watching. And he definitely has the energy to run or jump if I'm carrying him and he suddenly sees somewhere he needs to be RIGHT NOW. Once this was a potted lemon tree. Interesting getting him out of there. If you weren't sure, lemons are majorly thorny trees.
He wasn't sure about being picked up at first (he squealed at me and ran), but we've got a system worked out. Well, he worked it out. I obediently followed along.
The chirpers stay in their own cage for now (can't help projecting bad memories for him, what with his old setup), so he gets ferried over to them when it's eatin' time.
Once it's sundown (he makes it very clear that he will NOT be taken out of his cage when daylight is present), I check to see if he's on his branch or peeping out from the hidey-log. If he is, I stick my hand in the cage. If he's not hungry, he closes his eyes and turns around so he's not facing me anymore, like I'm an insufferable bother to him. If he is hungry, he'll stick his head out until his throat is touching my hand. He "tastes" it a couple times (if I taste/smell like something weird, like lotion or oranges, he won't come any closer), then climbs on up. If he's cold, he finds a pulse point and flattens himself out for a few minutes. If he's warm, he'll climb up my arm and into my hair, if I'm not paying attention.
I take him to the chirper cage and let him down. If he's having a hard time finding them, I'll blow on their hiding places until they run out into his line of vision. I'd just hate to feed him from a dish, because it's so freakin' fun to watch him hunt.
When he's full, he climbs up to the highest point and paws at the walls until he finds my hand, which he sits on for a while to re-warm while I take him back to his cage.
Currently all I've got for him is the chirpers. Clearly, the setup could use work. It's not starting from scratch, exactly, but something parallel to it. Any advice will be appreciated, questions answered to the best of my recollection, and reprimands ... well, my handling of those tends to vary, but knock yourselves out.