The baby lizard I found this morning. That is my pinky finger next to the lizard, that's how tiny it was. I put it out in the back yard. Our garage is crawling with these little guys. I thought this little guy was dead at first because I saw him in the kitchen stuck in a mound of Tasha's fur. I tapped at his tail and he didn't move, so I tried to scoop him up on some paper to toss him outside. He scurried across the floor, and I have to admit, I jumped pretty good.