AHHHHHHHHHHH, Part II

So Michael had been playing with his little toy animals all day. He kept giving me a frog and telling me to hold it tight so it wouldn't jump out. He gave James a snake to play with when he was grumpy. Then he told me there was a little lizard under his fire truck in his room and gave me a flashlight. I played along. I laid down on his floor and started looking under his bed. "Nope. no lizards under there." I looked under the dresser. "Nope no little lizards under here. Where did that silly lizard go?" I army crawled over to the fire truck and said, "I know, I'll look under here" and moved the fire truck over. But what's under there is not a little purple, plastic lizard. It's a gecko. A real one. 3 inches from my nose. I shrieked (CAN'T HELP IT!) and jumped up, which sent Michael running from his room. By the time I picked up James, moved him to the living room, calmed Michael down and retained a suitable gecko catching device, he was of course gone. And I can't see him anywhere. I'm sure he's under the bed. I told Michael to come find me if he sees him again, but for now, we've got a lizard on the loose. And I don't like it. Not one little bit.