WTF is in my kitchen?

I just found a little lizzard in my kitchen. WTF? I thought those things only lived behind glass at the zoo, or on the outside wall of your hotel in Mexico.

I was sitting in the kitchen...and I heard some rustling by the giant bag of dog food.

Then I saw it, moving like 50 miles an hour across the floor, and a sound came out of me that can only be described as ENDEARING.

I thought- What do you do with a lizard??? How do I get it out of here? JAR? Paper towel? Glass?? It's not like it's a spider. It has a BODY!

In case you're wondering, it was about this long:

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Small, but freaky when it's coming at you at 50 miles an hour. And all I could think was "If I don't get this fucker out of here, it's gonna end up in my bed or in my underwear drawer."

I somehow convinced him to run into a ziplock baggie, and then I introduced him to my beautiful Burbank yard. I hope he's okay.

I hope I didn't seperate him from his family of lizards living in our cabinets, or in the bag of dog food.

I hope a mother lizard doesn't come attack me in my sleep for taking her baby away.

Maybe he'll come back when he is older just to say hello and thank you for saving his life.

You're welcome, you cute little bastard. Now get the effffff away from me!