One of those cool little lizards that runs rampant in Florida got into our house recently. He finally came out of his hiding spot, and I tried to cover him with a bowl in order to take him outside. Instead, he was a bit too fast, and I only managed to get his tail. It's still twisting around on my living room rug. I feel kinda bad for the lizard, but at the same time, watching that little tail twist around by itself was a rather unique thing to see, and he'll live.