Our 3 year old has adopted the balcony lizard. It has a name and a bedtime
His name is Biscuit. He lives behind the AC pipe. At 8.30 every night our son goes out, says 'goodnight Biscuit, don't go in the kitchen', and shuts the balcony door very gently so Biscuit can sleep. My partner, who has chased lizards out of every house we've lived in, now says 'excuse me, Biscuit' while watering the plants.