I ran over to get an old Prego jar off my table.
I carfully scoop the scaley creature into my Prego jar. He/she limply goes in with my careful scooping.
As I look at my new found treasure, I think, "Holy crap...I just caught a lizard under my bed."
I run upstairs to my parents' room, to show them my lizard in a jar.
We let the lizard go outside around 10:00. He/she wasn't dead beacause, I watched it scamper away into the darkness. Sometimes at night I think to myself, I bet the lizard is trying to find a way to get revenge on me for letting him/her go into the just below freezing tempature night.