Watching geckos

I watch geckos sometimes. I remember I watched mating geckos in the summer of 1984-85. Thereafter I have watched them from time to time, not mating, but fighting, catching unsuspecting bugs and things, but the 1985 gecko watch was special. I had met this super fabulous girl, and that evening we were in her sisters place, lying on sofa talking sweet nothings. On the ceiling was slithering a pair of geckos. One was running away, the other chasing. Whenever the pursuer reached within reach, he would raise himself. He would sort of stalk-crawl, the tail twitching in a strangely creepy way. And his pores would enlarge, and give his tail a spiky appearance. They looked ugly, but I was looking at them without detachment. If I had that detachment, perhaps I would see a masculine, desirable male. At some point he mounted. That too was very violent. He had caught the female by her neck and then they both shuddered for a while. After that the female had become a bit slower in her movements. I have seen chipmunks mating too. There was much commotion in the cage where they were captives. Then there was mounting and a super fast shaking of the hind quarters. I think these creatures mate many times while the heat is on. It is amazing how wonderful this thing is, this sex gratification. It is a wonderful design, the male-female union. I want to see how camels do it. Camels, as far as I know have their male sex organ pointing in the wrong direction. For instance, when a male camel pees, the liquid squirts out through his hind legs. I have seen a Ron Whitaker video of a king cobra mating. I have probably seen all the BBC docus on animals and birds. I love animals. But I can not fuss over mongrels and strays. I don't pelt stones at them nor do I treat them.