I went to move the lunchboxes and DS2's spelling test paper from the top of the stove and saw a little, skinny lizard, about 4 inches long total go whizzing across the stove top. I jumped back and had a heart attack, then got a plastic bag (because it was right there) and managed to poke it around him until he went in. I took him outside and released him.
My heart's almost done pounding.
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