I stepped into the garage that evening expecting nothing out of the ordinary, but something on the floor immediately caught my eye. Small, pale shapes—fragile and clustered—sat quietly near the corner. At first glance, they felt out of place, almost unsettling, and my mind instinctively leaned toward worst-case explanations.
But a closer look began to shift that feeling. The shells were firm, oval, and neatly split open, not crushed or decaying. After a bit of research, the answer became clear: they were the empty shells of lizard eggs, most likely from small geckos that had already hatched and moved on. The clean openings weren’t damage—they were signs of new life that had quietly come and gone.
