We didn't expect that you would change your evolutionary adaptation of nocturnality, as you have been nocturnal in the Afghan desert for thousands of years, but we hoped at least you'd watch sitcoms with us, sitting at our feet as our neighbor's dog does, and letting us pet you, thereby lowering our blood pressure.
Of course, you are not a dog, you are a reptile, or an amphibian, the book from the library wasn't altogether clear. Still, we expected a blink of recognition, some kind of cameraderie as we we share the same planet at this space/time, but you never once registered that it was I, and again I the following week, who changed the water in your bowl.
Being with you is like being in a nature show you don't want to be in. You eat only live crickets. And, if you attacked one and jawed off only it's forelimb or it's head, who would be the one to scoop the remains from the sand? Again, I. With a spoon.
Geckos, we're through. O, do not cry (as if you could) I...I! have found a new home and new names for you. From now on you will be called Olivia and Rufus for you are Kindergarten Classroom Pets. I hope you know that at last you have made me very happy. My blood pressure is returned to low.