What surprised me about the house lizards in Belize is they eat the same crap we do---condensed milk, potato chips, juice. I thought they ate bugs. But one day I woke up an found a lizard licking the bottom of my coffee cup.
I call them house lizards because no matter what you do, you're going to live with lizards---there's no way to keep them out of the house.
And I could never imagine that a high-pitched cackle, a shrill staccato laugh that I heard periodically echoing throughout the house was coming from the lizards.