little tree frogs in fluorescent green that stick to your window all night like suction-cup toys

I remember the little window-clinging frogs from when I had a friend in Gainesville. Also, I believe, geckos.

I once wrote a story about one.

I like. It's very cinematic in its layering of future-projections over three kids in a swamp; toasting a wedding with rainwater, mud on their jeans.