When we lived in Panama, we had geckos in the house all the time. They lived on the window louvers and ate bugs. That high up, they could avoid O'Malley, our cat. When I lived in Miami, my geckos lived on the floor, which was not a good strategy, because my cats would torture them until they dropped their tails, then would kill the geckos and eat everything but the heads. I would find dried tails and heads in the corners when I cleaned the house on Saturdays. The rest of the time, I didn't wear my glasses.